In his dreams he heard the sound of his children's feet, of their laughter and impromptu song lyrics. He would be so asleep and so awake in his soul, reliving those perfect moments of fatherhood. There were days he'd recall those adventures of the nighttime and lavish them upon us over breakfast, no doubt with a few beautiful details added on the fly. And he was so handsome as he slept, that steady heart, those steady breaths, more than enough to make me fall in love with him all over again.
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