Snippets
Whenever I cover you with a blanket, hold you while you're sleeping, or watch you while you’re concentrating, I utter an internal squeal of delight, overcome with disbelief that you are here, perfect, and mine.
The First Year (WIP)
This is my first letter to you, and I want you to know how excited I am just writing this out; I get to share you with the world through my eyes. You just turned 13 months yesterday. Some things in here might not make sense when you read them, but perhaps you should revisit every once in a while to see if they finally do.
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