She wakes every morning, asking for "Parper". This morning she was standing in her crib with an empty bottle, offering to give the bottle to "Parper" if only Harper would return.
We are continually having the following conversation:
CADENCE: "Parper. Where go?" ( with her shoulders shrugged and her palms upturned)
ME: "Harper went home, Baby."
CADENCE: "KK?"
ME: "KK went home too."
CADENCE: "Tato?"
ME: "Michael went home with Harper and Kk, on a plane."
CADENCE: "Parper. Plane."
ME: "Yes, Harper went home on a plane to America."
CADENCE: "Da Da Parper." (as she waves to the sky)
45 seconds after the 16 replay of this conversation one day, Cadence grabbed my hand and led me to her dark room where we both stared through the slats of her empty baby bed where Harper slept while she was here. So sad.
Cadence threw a full blown temper tantrum in the sand on Harper's last night here when it was time to leave the beach. We love you Harper. Thanks for coming to visit us.
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