Allow me to gush
I feel I've earned it. I haven't gushed much here, if at all. But I just gotsta gush. I mean, look at this mug:
It has been on our refrigerator for a while, but it's still good for a smile. (I did not mean for that to rhyme, and won't do that another time again.) Usually, pictures left on a fridge too long become lost in one's periphery. But this one just keeps warming me up every time. This little babe is a heart expander. Like the Grinch's experience at the edge of the cliff, only I'm not a grinch and wouldn't dream of stealing Christmas.
Just when I think I'm already full to the brim in the love stuff, she smiles or laughs or reaches for me and suddenly it feels like someone opened my skull and poured in another gallon of the good stuff.
I know, I know. Nobody likes to hear another parent gush. Every parent gushes on their own time. You can't consume another parent's gushing for too long. It's weird like that. But just so you know, I could go on and on and on...so I'm sparing you from a long, treacly read.
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