I love
- that you rub my feet when I'm exhausted
- watching you run around as go-fer for your Dad. It's beautiful.
I smile
- when I see you putzing around the yard in your rubber boots, in the dead heat of summer. Cute.
I'm proud
- of what a great job you did of cleaning upstairs this week
- of how wonderfully you play with kids of all ages
- of how sensitive you are to other's feelings.
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