Micah, you're 2 and still like to cuddle and rock with me.
You're looking up at me with your cheek to my chest.
Softly repeating "I love you", I stroke your hair.
Your eyes twinkle, and your smile peeks around your pacifier.
A smile just for me.
A smile I don't see anywhere else.
God, may I forever be able to recall that smile in my memory.
A smile that tells me that I can sometimes do something right.
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