Every night at about 11:00, before I head to bed, I go into Hannah’s bedroom, gather her sleeping body into my arms, and sit her semi-conscious body on the potty, so she can get through the night without wetting her pull-up. She’s usually sleeping as I carry her limp, long body in my arms and I wonder, as we pass the bathroom mirror, how much longer I have of this. How much longer will I have her in my arms at 11:00.

Loving her is such a physical experience. She is a sensual soul, and loving her is something for the senses. I find it hard to write about.

But there’s a piece of it.