May 05, 2014
My daughter has her head on my lap. My precious girl is fast asleep. Moments like this I feel blessed. Yes, life could be better. Yes, I am in an institution. Yes, I have PSTD and a slew of other medical problems. At this moment I am at peace. My daughter is by my side with the cutest Perry the Platypus stuffy. She brings it everywhere proudly telling everyone her mommy gave it to her.
Tonight she brought ice cream as a treat and we played dress up. She loves the bracelets and barrettes I make for her. I tell her she is a princess. She signs to me "me-too" even though we figured out she does this when she means "you too" also. She is so sweet.
My father should take her home soon. She is staying later than usual because she fell asleep. Sometimes I swear she does that on purpose. The magic of Morgan has melted my ever persistent anxiety away for the time being. But it's time to say good bye.