I woke up in Bella's guest room and just chilled in bed for like ten minutes. I was listening to my daughter getting ready for her day. I could hear Emma through the walls, chattering to herself about her outfit, humming some song I didn't know, and asking her mom what she wanted for breakfast. She was serious about it, like only five-year-olds can be.
It was the best sound ever.
"Daddy?" Emma called from the hall, followed by a little knock. "Are you awake? Mommy said not to bother you, but do you like pancakes or waffles better?"
I opened the door, and there she was. Pink dress with tiny dinos, hair clipped back with butterfly thingies. She had a crayon drawing in her hand.
"Morning, sweetie," I said, kneeling down. "I love both pancakes AND waffles. What about you?"
"Both!" she sai
