November 15, 2011
Growing... Fast
My boy, he's growing before my eyes. He still lets me snuggle him. He still wants to be with me. Part of that is a function of his underlying fear that I am going to leave him, or die. Part of that is that he cares so deeply about others that he wants to be sure I am happy. He often tells me, "smile mama. You have a pretty smile." Some of you get my Christmas card, and can see his march through the years. This year's card is no exception. But for those of you who do not, here is the monkey.... today.
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