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“Hush little baby don’t say a word, mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird,” my wife sang, rocking my daughter’s crib back and forth.

Sitting up in bed and rubbing my temples, I felt that familiar feeling come over me.

My wife was so loving, so deeply affectionate towards our little Roxanne. I remember when she was first born I, shamefully, grew a little jealous.

I quickly remembered that this was natural, however.

A mother’s love is a force to be reckoned with, and I, a mere mortal man, was no exception to the rule.

“And if that mockingbird don’t sing, mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.”

I stared at the monitor, tears welling up in my eyes.

I felt so blessed to have her. So blessed to be able to experience this life with her, through the good times and the bad. I couldn’t have asked for a better family.

My daughter’s crib continued to sway gently back and forth as her mother sang.

“And if that diamond ring turns brass, mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass.”

I figured it was time to go get her. This wasn’t the first time I’d had to take over during one of her late night trips to Roxanne’s bedroom.

She just looked so exhausted, and mentally drained.

“And if that looking glass gets broke, mama’s gonna buy you a billy goat.”

I carefully pushed my daughter’s door open and approached my wife as gently as I could.

I placed a light hand on her shoulder before pulling her into a hug as she began to sob uncontrollably.

All I could do was respond in the way that I had been for the last 3 years.

“I know honey, I miss her too.”

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