Please let me never
forget the sight of my beautiful daughter, smiling, laughing, dancing to her favorite songs. Tiny toes, bare legs in her diaper, and her floaty, flannel, ruffled jammie top swinging out around her small body as she twirls, hands high, fingers spread around and around and across our living room floor.
No matter what, I want this moment for mine, for always. I never want to forget her face, her eyes, bright and happy, shining and laughing on their own. I never want to forget the wonder of her smile and the joy, really, the absolute joy in each of her deliberately placed steps.
This moment, these minutes, they are full, full, full. My heart is warm from them and from her.
No matter what, I want this moment for mine, for always. I never want to forget her face, her eyes, bright and happy, shining and laughing on their own. I never want to forget the wonder of her smile and the joy, really, the absolute joy in each of her deliberately placed steps.
This moment, these minutes, they are full, full, full. My heart is warm from them and from her.
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