Every day you become more and more you. Your joy, persistence, impatience, and warmth are evident every day. Some days I marvel at what a little person you are. Still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that Dad and I created you, I watch you play and walk and eat and get into things you know you should not get into.
The mind boggles, really, when trying to make sense of the human heart and soul. It is during our quiet pre-dawn cuddle sessions on the couch, with the stillness as the sun yawns awake, that I bury my nose in your hair. And you are so known and so mysterious to me. I love that I get to love you every day. I love that I get to learn more about you every day.
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