Once, when I was a very little girl, I don’t even remember why, I pretended to be asleep when my dad came in to say goodnight. As I concentrated extremely hard on keeping my eyes closed and not giggling, I felt him very gently kneel down, lean over my bed, and place the tiniest and quietest kiss on my cheek. Then he tiptoed out of my room and I went to sleep feeling very loved.

In all the years since, I’ve wondered why he risked waking me just so he could get one last smooch in.

Then this morning, I finally understood it. Signe was still sleeping when GTB was getting ready to go to work. I was trying to get a few more minutes of sleep myself, and as I was drifting in that place between lucidity and dreaming, I pictured GTB going into Sig’s room to place a small kiss on her before leaving for the day, even if it meant running the risk of waking her up. I’m not sure that he go kiss her, but I would totally understand it if he did. And I wouldn’t have been upset if he had woken her up.

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