Saturday morning, my youngest daughter looked at me and said "dada." My heart skidded to a halt and a smile of smiles found my lips. We all clapped and cheered.
Now we just need to work on "mama."
Harvesting the Ephemeral
Saturday morning, my youngest daughter looked at me and said "dada." My heart skidded to a halt and a smile of smiles found my lips. We all clapped and cheered.
Now we just need to work on "mama."
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