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p><p id="7fb3">He crawls and climbs until he summits.</p><p id="34b8">He waves his hands across a sea of blankets.</p><p id="f665">He pats my shoulder warm breath tickles my forehead.</p><p id="e9d6">“Mommy?”</p><p id="0638">I squeeze his little hand nuzzle my nose to his.</p><p id="4cbc">He burrows into my pillow holds my hand to his heart.</p><p id="9a81">Close my eyes breathe him in.</p><p id="5a62">This. Oh how I love this.</p><div id="9fc0" class="link-block"> <a href="https://re
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It’s 3 a.m. Maybe.
A door creaks tiny feet shuffle toward our bed.
He crawls and climbs until he summits.
He waves his hands across a sea of blankets.
He pats my shoulder warm breath tickles my forehead.
“Mommy?”
I squeeze his little hand nuzzle my nose to his.
He burrows into my pillow holds my hand to his heart.
Close my eyes breathe him in.
This. Oh how I love this.
