When I laid you in your bed at daddys I heard a sweet little voice tell me "I want to lay with you". Of course I couldn't resist.
But as we lay together and you began rubbing my arm and then asked "I wanna hold your hand mahmee" I realized that even at 2 you were understanding tenderness.
I'm unbelievably proud of you. And here it is 9am and I'm going to have to wake you in a few to drive home...but I think ill just lay here with you a little longer.
Love you son.
So.so.so.much.
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