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OURS ARE fifteen, thirteen, and nearly ten

Thus you forget

The constant chatter

The wonder

The inquisitiveness

The trust

The tiny steps

The uncertainty of speed

The forming of new words

The overuse of familiar ones

The inflections

The playfulness

The need for naps

The crawling over

The bravery in climbing

The heavy diapers

The tiny laughter

The nonsensical

The infatuation with animals

The love of dolls

The sleepy eyes

The softness

The bed head

The babbling in the morning

The humming and singing

The hugs and snuggles … of the two-year-old

The knowledge that each new day is a blank canvas

The hope that love is in the paint

© 2015

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