This is my favorite part of the day. When she was "new" I remember my arm being sore from the little swaddled package I carried around. Funny, now the package though alot bigger seems lighter.
Today I envisioned her at 20 years old laying in my arms, looking me in the eyes and letting me call her my little baby. Talk about tearful emotions welling up inside!
Gosh darn, I sure do love her!
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