scrawls
still cheaper than therapy*


5.11.07
over the moon.
You have almost learned to smile: or you did, and sometimes you forget. Yesterday morning you smiled at me a dozen times in an hour - and at M, too - only you haven't done it since. We haven't replicated the exact conditions for you. But, oh honey, it made me cry. What can i get you? A pony? Ruby slippers? You really want to try peanut butter before you're two? If i never sleep again - i can say this now, and regret it later - that smile makes it all okay.

But this. You. Something about this is so natural, so easy, so familiar. Like a favorite old pair of jeans i'd forgotten. This is the new normal so fast.

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