Rubbing cream on Ella's face at bedtime (chapped from a bad cold):
Ella: Momma, momma! I can't stop these tears from tumbling down my cheeks.
Me: What's wrong sweetie?
Ella: (Voice cracking) I really miss daddy. I wish he was here.
Me: Oh honey, he will be home so soon! Remember when we started your chart? We started the stars at the floor and now they are almost to the ceiling. And look! Your picture is almost to the top with daddy too!
Ella: Aw, I can't wait for him to be here!
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