Yesterday was the last day of Vika's before kindergarten today. You still talk about the dream you had where you rolled down the sidewalk at Vika’s. This time today though, it was Papa instead of Grandpa who was there.
Nathan, I know I have to stop it, but nursing you to sleep is a small slice of heaven for me. Your soft barely there hair, the smell of you and the faint smell of milk as you lay under my arm.
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