O, I walked into your room last night to check on you. You were sleeping with your arm wrapped around your lovie (half bear, half blanket) and your little, chubby, warm hand cupped his head. Your knuckles, dimpled, your lips, pouted. My heart, melted.
You looked like a little boy. When did that happen?
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