There are days when I can’t believe I have a beautiful, loving wife, much less two beautiful children.
This morning, I awoke to Nicki’s kicking my shoulder. At seven months, she always wakes up before we do, and with this wide grin on her face. She laughs too, a breathy, hearty sound that is just such joy to my ears.
Isn’t she lovely?
Isn’t she wonderful?
Isn’t she precious?
Made of love
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