a brace that made it quite difficult to walk or to get out of bed at night to go to the bathroom or to come downstairs after a bad dream. I would often hear her
So, the other night, I heard something I have never heard before.
I heard the soft pitter patter of Lizzie's perfect little feet - on the stairs - and then, there she was - in the bed - with us. She had had a bad dream - and had walked down the stairs - all - by - herself!
Another first - after 2 years of being home!! This is what I saw when I woke up the next morning...
I realize the flood gates may have opened up here and we may be "spaceless" in our bed for a while, but -I - don't - care!
Lizzie, I will save your spot, sweet girl!!!!