I like to record the date of when I have significant thoughts of Treasure:

I awoke very early this morning after having dreamed of Treasure.  I could have sworn “*he” was in bed sleeping between Ryan and me.  Our new fuzzy headed, diapered-bottom, blankie-grasping, footy-pajamaed, softly snoring little treasure.

That would really be something because we’ve never been a c0-sleeping sort of family.

*I’m not saying that I care if Treasure is a he or a she, I just don’t like to use “it” to describe a person.

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