Everyday I try to trick you out of missing mommy in the morning when she leaves for work. Usually if I can distract you for long enough everything's fine. Sometime's I forget you're so little. And everything's so new to you. Sometime's I forget what's going on, and sometimes you stomp your feet and scrunch your little face and I just sigh. But sometimes, sometimes you dig your head into my neck when I'm carrying you home, and sometimes we open our eyes at the same time when we're trying to sleep and giggle. And then I remember, I remember that something magic still lives inside you; and your little eyes speak to me more than your little mouth.
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