I saw a little baby yesterday that was so brand spanking new it took my breath away. I seem barely able to recall what the Monkey was like when he was that tiny... it's the weirdest thing the way the memory works. I know the nights were terrible and I could hardly function, but it seems so distant now. Our boy has so much personality and is a constant side-show of clown smiles and laughter... but sometimes I wish I could jump back in time and hold my newborn again and feel the spectacular wonder of his little heart beating beneath my palm.
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