The house was aching with chill this morning so I grabbed the flannel pj pants from the bottom of the closet and as I shoved my hand in the left pocket (to straighten out months of scrunched-up neglect) I felt the sharp edge of something smooth but small enough to hide in a flannel pocket in a dark closet. As I held it up to the night-light I almost whooped eureka! but refrained as everyone was still asleep. It was your tooth from months ago when winter gripped our lives and you came running and said Look, I lost it and I said well, put it under your pillow and later that night I tiptoed around the cold and eased the gem from under your pillowed head. You opened your eyes and whispered hi, daddy and I made sure your feet were covered up and rustled hi, now go back to sleep and you did.