As I tuck Gwendolyn in tonight she asks for one more thing.
I'm ready to get upset with her. Miriam's crying, we've done books, and teeth and hugs and prayers and stories and every other thing a five-year-old can think of to stay up.
But I'm a good dad. I ask her "What NOW Gwen?"
She says:
"I love you Dad.
I love you more than my room and my house.
I love you more than my blankie.
I love you more than any thing.
And I love Mommy the same.
Can you tell her?"
"Of course I can Gwendolyn."
What else can I do?
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