It’s the little things:
Like Max running past me down the hall, stopping, and then running back to give me a hug.
Or walking into Alice’s school to pick her up and hearing her laughing from the other room.
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It’s the little things:
Like Max running past me down the hall, stopping, and then running back to give me a hug.
Or walking into Alice’s school to pick her up and hearing her laughing from the other room.