Long after the big girls left on the school bus.
After her daddy had walked out the door to his office.
After I had sent several last minute e-mails to my editor (we go to print this afternoon) and had my first cup of coffee...
I heard the patter of bare feet coming down the stairs. Our four-year-old emerged as a tussled bed head toting an empty paper towel roll she was using as a microphone.
"Nothing's gonna change my world" she crooned into her cardboard mouthpiece.
I think tomorrow morning's 6:30 wake-up call (and the subsequent 7:30 bus ride) just might.
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