I walked into our family room and saw Grace asleep on the couch.
She looked so sweet.
And innocent, too.
Just like an angel.
But then I noticed her looking at me. In her sleep. That's kind of weird.
Especially after her eyes rolled back into her head just leaving the whites of her eyes staring back at me...
Grace received this particular trait from my mother's side of the family. I still remember my uncle Don doing the same thing after a big Thanksgiving meal. I never could tell if he truly was sleeping in the recliner or just keeping a close eye on us kids...
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