Niecey,
When you smile, I cannot look away. I selfishly think that my words, my singing, my story telling created that smile. You humor me, laughing at your self centered aunt, because you know that once you can eat solid foods, I will buy you the ice cream cone you crave. Even though it is before dinner.
Much love.
Friday, March 30, 2007
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