Small hands Small feet
curling, wiggling, tickling, exploring
each day, something new and unexpected
…the pure feeling of joy I experience growing with him as he learns about the world around him
…the thrombing heart thinking of our souls bonding together as we rub hands and touch noses
…the laughter while chasing, laughing, wrestling, eating, and going new places
…the moments that he smiles at me and I smile back at him experiencing love like I never have before.
How lucky we are to raise our eyes to see the sea.
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