It seems like just yesterday that you gripped my thumb with your tiny hand as I held you in my arms, that you held my hand as you toddled and toppled while learning to walk, that you’d link your hand in mine and squeeze it three times to say “I love you” as we’d walk from the car to the grocery store, the movie theater, the mall. I was always certain th…
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