13 Oct six

Sometimes when I look at just her eyes or the cute upturn of her nose, or when I focus on her pink bowtie lips, I am transported back. I see her infant face gazing back at me, the same one that I cradled and nursed and stared at for hours.

And I see it’s still her. It’s been her all along.

Happy Birthday, my sweet, darling girl.

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