I lay in bed with Freya early this morning, nursing her back to sleep in the dark. She had an arm and a leg thrown across me as usual. My plan was to delatch her and then go down and pour my cup of coffee. It was almost 7.

Still asleep, she delatched herself. “I wuv you,” she said softly. Then went back to her milk. “I love you too, honey,” I replied, kind of in awe.

Sigh!