da-da’s lap
I heard the click of the door and it’s subsequent closing only to look up and see my little toe-headed boy, blanket in tow, heading my way. At first all I could see was a silhouette. There was just enough light coming in through the doors from the neighbors security light to break through the darkness of the living room. But that didn’t matter much… he knew where to find me. I’m in the same place every morning. So as…