Every weekday morning Annie insists on lying on top of me and cuddling on the sofa. It's after breakfast and before she's dressed, and the duration of time is always an issue. "One more minute Mommy, two more minutes, I swear. Please Mommy, just 30 more seconds." And although it's my job to get her to school at a reasonable hour, I admit, we're almost always late. Because when I'm holding her, it's not just the clock that moves forward, it's time. And I am painfully aware that it won't be like this for much longer.
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