Fresh jammies, her favorite book, twinkly eyes, and ornery grin...I think she's ready for her bedtime story. No more whispers were heard today, but the twinkle in her eye would appear each time I asked for her to talk to me. That's enough for now. I'll take the twinkle. It assure's me that she's feeling more like herself.
Goodnight guys, its time to read a little bit of Goodnight Moon.