Saturday, September 17, 2011


Avril will come up to me while I am sitting on the couch and lay her head back on my lap like this. I will run my fingers through her hair and brush her face and cheeks while she closes her eyes and relaxes. If I stop before she is ready to go away, she makes it clear that that's totally unacceptable and that I must begin again immediately.

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