Torri Wightman

You slept through the night at 3 weeks old.  I woke up that morning shaking the night off of me, not understanding the morning light and a full seven hour sleep.  I prayed you would be breathing.

You also smiled your biggest and brightest smiles for Dad.  You would not stand for comotion, and did not like going out.  I decided I would keep you in, and safe, for a bit.

We napped together and often I woke up first, and counted the days you lived so far... amazed but this counting always came with tears I would later hide from you.

I did not want time to pass.