Not sleeping

She needs to fling herself around the bed for a while, and hide behind the curtains, and chuckle a lot, before finally settling to sleep. I have lost track of her words. The other day she walked in a circle and said, "Rosie, Rosie, Rosie."
She says "I miss..." Grandpa, or Papa, or Kat, or Granny, or Robby or James...or many others dear to us, when she has not seen them for a bit.
She asks for music, or to read books, or to swing. She eats mostly broccoli one day, only tortilla the next, then venison for two days straight. And always, "nursing?".
I am, always, undone.



