Everything can be healed, including bitchy mothers, nosy brothers, wounded teens, mediocre math grades, intrusive parents, with a simple hug and kiss. As I was tucking Devon into his crib tonight he hugged my neck, kissed both my cheeks and whispered into my neck, “I love you, Mai-Mai.”
All was good. All was forgiven. All was magical. His sweet soft cheek resting on my weary shoulder made it all so much better. Funny how that works.
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I love him madly. You may tell him so.
It’s amazing how that works.