Reflections
Snow Smiles
February 11, 2010
You are a wonderful, squeezable, and delicious child. I love you six years old and keep begging you not to grow up but each time I beg you, you hysterically laugh and say, “I have to, Mama”. I pretend to cry, and you rub my back and tell me it will be ok.
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