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illy is such a chatterbox when I’m getting her to bed that I think it might be hard for her to settle down. But once her head hits the pillow, her eyes close, and her whole body goes limp. It’s going to be one of those blessed nights when she doesn’t fight sleep.

“Goodnight, Daddy,” she murmurs as I tuck her in.

I kiss her head. “Goodnight, princess