A little over a year ago, Kina had her last annual sleep regression, lasting somewhere around a month and consisting largely of repeated demands for hugs. This, in the shadow of a nearly six-month-long regression in late 2019 whose resolution just barely predates the founding of this publication. Throughout, Kina has been training her mother to return at least once to the bedroom after my bedtime story for “one last hug”—a concession we allowed in exchange for predictable sleep.

Today’s edition is a reminder that Kina will never, for as long as she lives, let that go.

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