Oh my Sprout. Last night you were barfing-sick, in your bed, in ours and on both of our warm jammies. And what is wrong with me that I’m glad we had that moment? …You and I lying in bed sideways not able to sleep, but not really wanting to either. Maybe it’s because today, when we went to look at a neighborhood preschool, you seemed so ready to be there and they had to have this quote on the wall in big cursive writing that read “Let me love you a little more before you’re not so little anymore” and it took every kind of inner strength I had to not sob into the school director’s smock on the tour. I love you my bug and you’ll always be my baby.
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