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I looked at the clock, sure it was a quarter to three, but it wasn’t. It was a quarter to four. That can’t be, my mind insisted

On the way, we make lots of stops, eat lots of snacks, and listen to lots and lots of Uncle Moishy

I’m afraid to tell her how I truly feel. Afraid she’ll leave me for real this time

I’m hoping this is a tantrum-free confetti-day, not a thundercloud one

The list of things I wish I’d known to cherish a few moments longer keeps growing

Oh… oh, you want your socks on TOP of your shoes. Okay, that makes sense. You’re the boss