The day after Thanksgiving, Dagny woke up bright and early. Mark brought her into bed with us. I tried to keep sleeping facing the wall, but I felt Dagny crawl closer to me. She leaned over my shoulder, put her mouth to my ear and whispered "ma ma." It was the best. She's said mama for a long time now, but there was something about her whispering it quietly while I was sleeping that just made my heart burst. We decided to get up out of bed as the sun rose and go for a walk.
The walk on the beach took twice as long as the walk on the road. Dagny broke out her Christmas jammies. I couldn't get over the tiny footprints in the sand. She kissed a couple dogs that passed by. The lakes opened up and poured the dark brown into our crystal clear ocean. We met Pa and got a ride home on the scooter. We made coffee, listened to the Messiah, and had apple pie with ice cream all before 8 am.
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