When I'm exhausted beyond belief, and I can't imagine getting through the day on such little sleep, and I haven't showered or been spoiled with a starbucks, haven't even left the house in two days, when I'm drenched in spit-up and my hair has been in a twisted knot for so long, I probably have dreads...
I remember that there is nothing in this world I'd rather be doing than this.
And you, my little happy guy, are the best thing ever.
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