C73 MML 73

After Amari's first birthday, time seemed to accelerate. Carl and I often found ourselves discussing how fast our daughter was growing, now even learning to walk.

"Papa," Amari called out.

We both turned to her.

"What is it? What does Papa's baby need?" Carl asked, helping her walk towards him.

"I can't sleep," she complained.

Carl glanced at me, and I just shrugged