The other night I lay with her in the soft darkness, together tucked up to our chins with the very coziest of quilts, favourite well-worn bear from my childhood now by her side. Surrounded by many treasures: acorns, story books, photographs, music boxes. Whispering of good nights, inspirations for dreams, hints of possibilities all yet to come..
And so it came to me, strong and sudden and bittersweet:
I wish I were you.