Nora and I have a routine that we do every night at bedtime. We say our prayers (that Grandma Gaul taught me!) that I have said to Nora every night since she was born, we give "eskimo kisses", "butterfly kisses" and then "bear hugs". I just heard the song "Butterfly Kisses" on the radio and now I'm a wishy-washy crying fool. I don't want my baby girl to grow up so fast anymore - it's too hard. Call me selfish, but I want her to stay little and forever be "my baby girl". Even at those times when she's being "sassy" and talking back, I can't help but to look into those big brown saucers-for-eyes and love her more than I already do. How is that possible?
John Lennon was right. "Life is what happens when you're making other plans".
I love you Nora and Archer!
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