Monday, February 7, 2011
A Simple Gift
At the end of one particularly rough day, I lean over my daughter as she patiently awaits a new diaper and pajamas. My hair lightly brushes her face, and she lets out a soft, round, fluffy giggle. Her fingers gently wind through the strands, and I know that I am loved. Thank you, dear daughter.
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