I love you kid. I love you even when I had to walk up and down 50 aisles at Fry's to find your lost mitten when it was tucked deep into the car seat all along. I love you even when you've spit up, hot cheesy goo down my shirt. I love you even when your lower lip pouts right before you let out an ear piercing wail. I love you even when you demand to be held and nursed right as I sit down to eat. It's because you've got that face, with that tiny dimpled smile and that squealy laugh. It just gets me right here (pounding on heart).
1 comment:
aww Niki, this made me all teary eyed.
yes, your kid is super cute.
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