11.15.2011

Presh

No matter
...the craziness
...the selective hearing
...the power struggles,
...there is nothing as precious as my sleeping son.
The hands clasped, doggie right where he always ends up, the sports blanket.
It kills me.
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Anonymous said...

I thought you were desribing my 2.5 year old at first....love the sweet times!

November 17, 2011 at 10:58 AM

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