Dear Layla,
Tonight you woke up crying again. You were sick so I went ahead and got you. You jumped off my lap and ran over to the basket to get your little stuffed puppy. You immediately ran back to me and climbed on my lap. It was the first time I looked at you and realized that you are more toddler than baby. The baby is growing out of you and it kind of breaks my heart. I never want to forget the softness of your chubby fingers, they are my favorite part of your little body. I hope you know how much you are adored little one.
Love,
Mommy
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