who knew leaving could make your heart ache so much.
the next time i hold that little face in my hands, it may not let me hold it...he may be too old to crawl up in my lap, to listen to a story, to let me pinch his cheek. i count his little freckles now and believe that there will be a day when all this will matter...this laying down and letting go.
Monday, September 24, 2007
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Posted by April at 11:28 PM
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