Bedtime in T-minus fifteen minutes. Per usual, my daughter’s room was a mess. “Where do the trains go?” “Why are the doctor toys everywhere?” “Don’t let yours sister put that in her mouth!” Sounds from our daily cleanup scramble.

I pulled open a cupboard, just looking to cram a pile of books anywhere I could, and my eyes fell upon a single, solitary block. It was the fruit of a baby shower game nearly four years ago; guests had written messages and drew pictures on blank, wooden blocks. Simple as they are, those blocks are a real hit with both of my daughters.

Those particular blocks lived in a different room of the house, so I swapped it for my book pile and went to put it in my pocket. The handwriting, though, made me pause. Love you, baby, it read. Nana and Pop Pop.

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