Dear Sweet Sweet Son,
You are eating a blueberry muffin . . . and its just about as big as you are. I watch you put it to your perfectly shaped lips and take such mannerly little bites. You look happy and I say to you, "Mmmmm!"
And you say to me, mouth full as it can be . . .
"it's dewishious!"
You just are like a sweet, innocent little angel sitting here in my presence.
I love you.
[and I just enjoy you in my life so much]
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