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WELCOME!
I have to tell you about my recent passion. I became a mother of a perfect little boy. When my little man wakes me in the morning, I drag my feet to his crib-side. All four of our eyes open at the exact same time and from there on out we’re as if someone woke us with an air-horn. When he’s crying, my heart perpetually breaks open, and I’m stressed and achy and feeling all torn up, but then he’ll smile when I plead with him long enough; and it’s just in time to heal my heart and make it sing...
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