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The baby. The spark-plug. The one that won't let you forget that they are present and accounted for. Whichever you choose to call her, she is. She demands attention from me. Be it good or bad. One afternoon, even half-an-hour, of one on one time makes her blossom into a sweet and lovely creature. Almost angelically so. Short lived or not, it's a welcomed change from the bickering and whining that usually is. So my darling, this afternoon is yours. Let's bake and cake and read a book. Then clean the floor of egg decor. Let's dance to music and sing a song. I wish this moment be all day long. You seem to be growing up much too fast. And though at times I wish this terrible-two stage past, I wouldn't miss it for the world. You've brought to our family a new dynamic, your quirky humor, your sweet smile and compassionate ways. You are such a gift, sweet baby girl. Thank you for the cake.


                   
                                                                             

 

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