2.18.2010

my view.




Someday, I'll miss this. Someday he won't want to be held or kept close. Someday he won't be intrigued by the falling snow. Someday his wispy hair won't tickle my lips. Someday the top of his head won't smell like vanilla extract.

But, for right now, this is my view and I love it.

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