

There are usually a few casualties when Arwyn feeds herself something with a spoon. This time it was Daddy's shirt and pants. At least it wasn't puke.


It was one of those blessed days, where the feel of her hand constantly tugging on me was a joy, not a burden. Her constant refrain was "Gimme a hug, Mommy. I love you!" It doesn't get any better than that.

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