this, I want to remember.

A quiet house. Just you and me. You in your Cars jammies, me getting ready to tuck you in. Snuggling in your rocking chair reading “Skidamarink”. Gently tickling your cheeks and forehead and nose as you lie still in my arms, smiling.

11 months old…and just as precious as the day you were born.

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