He cried because his new teeth were hurting him. It is so rare because he is normally so easy going and happy. The calpol finally kicked in and he was happy again. Drinking his juice and eating lunch. He smiled.
He held my hand at bedtime. I sat down next to his crib and he held on tight to my hand as he drifted off. I thought to myself how perfect he was, how much I love him, how I never want to leave him.
My Life- from military brat to juvenile delinquent to teenage mother to wife to immigrant to now. It's been a wild ride, come along as I remember the past and chronicle the future.
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