AKA, Things I tell myself when I have the urge to stuff my child in the oven.
A few weeks ago, I crawled into bed and Teagan rolled over in her sleep, grabbed my hand with her little baby hand, and as my heart melted into a little puddle of goo, she sighed; "Daddy."
A couple of days later, a sleeping little angel baby rolled over as I tried to wake her up and sighed sweetly and whispered; "Cookie."
Last night, she rolled over, cuddled her head against mine, and whispered; "Ma...
...Daddy."
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