Evidence

Every night when I go to bed I notice something different from the morning.  Tonight it's two framed pictures in a different location and my ear plugs nestled neatly in their holder.  Sometimes it's a book from Emerson's room.  Sometimes it's Dumbo or one of the baby bears.  Maybe it's a pacifier or Cinderella underwear.  It doesn't matter what it is.  It makes me smile and helps me fall asleep.  It's evidence that my little girl was here.