It is Spring, though the 30 C degree whether may suggest otherwise, and you are blooming along with the flowers on our balcony. Though sometimes Daddy and I don't have time to water the flowers and they start to wilt before we remember again, that is not the case with you. Perhaps a reason for forgetting to water the plants is the fact that we are walking around and around and around in circles with you in the house. Whenever the moment finally takes you, you'll let go of our hands and be officially, in some ways, more separate from us. You'll walk on your own and you won't depend on us to get around anymore. Your free will, will finally be yours to act on.
Tonight, you started a game of peekaboo all on your own. It wasn't just me acting like an idiot as usual, trying to get you to giggle, but finally a two way game where we both laughed and your little self started to shine through, as if the sun were breaking through a cracking chicken egg.
Daddy and I can never tell you just how amazing you are to us.
Tonight, you started a game of peekaboo all on your own. It wasn't just me acting like an idiot as usual, trying to get you to giggle, but finally a two way game where we both laughed and your little self started to shine through, as if the sun were breaking through a cracking chicken egg.
Daddy and I can never tell you just how amazing you are to us.
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