Ah, Nicholas. You wake up in the night for reasons I can’t uncover; you think naps are for the weak-minded; you know the world will end if I walk to the far side of the counter; you ration your colon so that we have five small dirty diapers a day. And yet, all it takes is this…
And my heart has no choice but to melt, baby boy. Resistance is futile. You are mine, and I am yours. And oh, my precious child, how I thank God for you.
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Absolutely precious, Kate! You have a way of putting things that touches the heart!