Last night I felt a certain fear of admitting she was sleeping through the night. Like telling a pitcher in the 8th inning that she's throwing a no hitter, I feared last night would be a darkness of a 1,000 screams. But instead Josie went to bed around 9 a.m. and didn't wake up until 7 a.m. We didn't even have to get up once to put a hand on her. Guess she's catching onto the concept that she isn't supposed to watch Three's Company at 3 a.m.
While I feared I'd miss the wake ups, the sad fact is I've slept through such sentimental moments.
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