...that makes me want to run away to Africa and hide
...that makes me sigh out loud
...that makes me laugh
...that makes me groan
...that makes me pick a box-full of cheerios off the computer room floor
...that makes me pick up 1000 beads off the art room floor
...that makes me scrub the marker off the walls
...that cuddles oh so sweetly when she is tired
...that says more puzzles, Mommy, please!
...that makes me chase her giggling, naked self down the hall after I have dressed her for church
...that makes me ever so glad she is mine
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