I love our little visits. You roll and poke and nudge me, reminding me that you are there, saying hi to me, nudging me when I eat and complaining when I encroach on your space. Sometimes you just dance around and I sit there feeling you, loving you, afraid to move in case you stop and I don't want you to. Your dance feels like a conversation, spoken softly with love.
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