Pajama Pants

OK, this is the third time I have started crying after seeing a girl out in public in pajama pants.

The only person in my life that would do such a thing is Megan. So when I see them I think of Megan and how I gave her a pair of pajama pants for Christmas. Then I think of Christmas and how it was the last time we had any real family time with mom. We opened presents and she was trying very hard to stay alert and to answer the silly Christmas trivia questions (even sick as she was she still got more right than me). She had the classic Van Houten problem of wanting us all to leave, but not wanting to miss anything. We made sure she didn't miss anything.

But I miss her like crazy. I miss her every minute. And pajama pants make me cry.

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