If Megan were here she would pull herself up the bed. Her stockinged feet would make tiny depressions in the blanket as she would trounce over to me. I would catch her as she fell into my arms. We would hug for a second. Then she would break the embrace, and look at me quizically. "Daddy OK?", she would ask. I'd think for a second, smile and say, "Daddy OK."
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