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She’s learning words and doing things like tasks and trying to sing. It’s mind blowing and saddening at the same time. Too big too fast and the sweetest things are kept in my heart for such a short amount of time. It’s like I try to cram every little crooked smile and funky dance move into my memory but there isn’t enough room. This blog is good for that, it helps keep some of the storage organized. She walked up to me with my hat on one afternoon and said, “Cheeeessee!” I can’t forget that.

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