Today, my Gabe, 17 months old, smiled more that I have ever seen him. He laughed and played, hugged and kissed. He melted my heart over and over again, and the jewish mom in me was just pleased as pie that he ate all his lunch and dinner. Having come off a nasty fever and brand new molars erupting last week, this was exactly the pick-me-up that he, and I , desperately needed. My guy is back, and Mama is, too.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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