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Scarlett’s eyes flutter and close. Her tiny pout parts, and I feel her body relax in my arms. I stay put for several minutes watching her sleep, my heart bursting. Usually I’m happy to tuck her into bed and get on with my life, but tonight I can’t get enough of her.

These are the days when I chase my freedom. When every missed nap or late bedtime is a frustration.

Today we played at Carkeek park, where she went down the salmon-shaped slide two dozen times. She’s learning to steer herself and stay upright, no longer catching a foot on the way down and tipping sideways. There was a large barbecue going on at the nearby firepit area- a high school graduation party.

I didn’t have to look to know that none of these teens had brought her mother to the party.

Tonight she would happily stay nestled against me all night.
These days are numbered.