One of my “babies” crawled up in my lap yesterday. 75 pounds doesn’t sound like much, but my 2nd grader has gone from a lap-dog-sized-cuddler, to a St.Bernard-sized cuddler. Mom’s thigh were starting to go numb, but my Big Boy still has the sweetest hugs in the world. I wish I could bottle those moments forever. Happy Holidays!
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