This morning I wore a locket with Drew's picture in it, and Rachel as usual tried to open it. I, of course, am the one who always opens it, and I always say, "I need to put a picture of Rachel on the other side."
"Rachel and MOMMY," she says, firmly.
When I opened the locket today, she took it in her little hands, looked at the picture of Drew, and kissed it.
I think she's ready for him to come home.
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