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This morning, Monday, Christmas vacation still, Daddy home, too. You tiptoed to our door, closed it. I vaguely remember you holding out a container, asking is this plain yogurt, and then a little later I unscrewed the top from the strawberry jam.
And then there you were with bowls on our nightstands, and cups of water, too. Inside, a scoop of plain yogurt next to a dallop of the preserves, covered in granola and a lot of pepitas. The whole kitchen cleaned up, and you so very proud of yourself.
I love you!
3 comments:
Send her here, please! What a sweetheart.
Oh, I love her too! That is so sweet. . . you are raising yourself some amazing children my dear!
How stinkin' sweet is that? Aww.. Love it
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