Last night after trudging up the stairs I glanced towards Emily’s door and saw her fingers, sticking out, curled up at the bottom. We had heard her moving around about an hour and a half after we put her to bed, but there were no noises besides the creaking floor for a couple of minutes.
And for the first time in a long time, I laughed uncontrollable, unexpected, body shaking laughs. I don’t know why it’s been so long, but it has and it felt good.
Andrew tried to crack open the door and see if she was okay. No luck. He managed to get his phone in and snap a picture.
She had relocated all of her possessions to behind the door and settled in for the night. Andrew did try to move her into bed; one diaper change and bowl of yogurt later and we all headed to bed.