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| ...I LOVE YOU... I love how you hate it when I run my fingers through those curls that hang so loosely on that little head of yours.... |
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| I love watching you when you don't notice it. You're innocence is beyond me... |
I love it when you finally do notice that I'm watching you and you start to shy up, even around me... |
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I love how you can sit in a corner and play by yourself, making those sound effects that I still wonder where you learned. All the, "errrr, swoosh, bang, boom, dosh, and ahhhs!" |
I love how when you know you upset me, you run up to me then rub your nose against mine and say, "Mommy, I Love you!" Give me your biggest smile, then quickly run away... |
I love how you ask me tons and tons of questions about everything and everyone... |
I love how you want me to lay right beside you and watch cartoons with you... |
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