Hunter is loved.
Every day, every hour, every minute. Even in the middle of the night. That is not, however, when I feel my love for him the strongest! I feel the most in love when the sun has risen and is filtering in the window, when the day is fresh and new and whole, when we have new adventures ahead, when we are reading Shel Silverstein's poems, when the baths have been taken and the baby skin smells so fresh and clean, when we have survived another semi-sleepless night and I know that I can do it all over again and again, when I am grateful for life and breath.
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