That big, round cheek. Those tiny toes. That little fist. Those long lashes. The scowly eyebrow. Those scrunched legs. All the rolls. The sweet smell. I love the smiles and coos and laughter and tiny, pokey teeth, and the concentrating face when he tries to pull a toy toward his mouth. I love his softness and how I can still hold him like a tiny baby. I love his big, brown eyes. I love him so very much. I just love this baby of mine.
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*sigh* I miss my kids at that stage for those very same reasons.
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