Sarah pushed her way onto my lap this morning, despite a number of obstacles in her way, including her two big sisters. She sat on one of my knees, snuggled her head into my shoulder and cooed "I luh you, shawah."
She's still working out how that phrase works, but I know what she meant, and her declaration of love for me is always warmly returned. I love you Sarah!
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Well, now. That's better! I was wondering for a minute what "shawah" was. I get it. :-) Rosie always professes her love for me, but if I don't say it back fast enough, she wonders, with a pout, "Don't you luh me too, mama?"
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