“My summer fairy, laying in the tall grass, and chewing on dandelion stems; staring at the big sky and contemplating existence. My wild child, tail dancing like a child’s song, fur as white and soft as morning. And I’m sorry that cuddling isn’t your favorite yet, but you can’t blame a mom for trying new tricks. I’m sorry you get hiccups whenever you wake up from a good nap. I’m sorry that sometimes you have to play therapist, but nobody listens better. I’m sorry I still pick you up and embarrass you in front of your friends, but my little fuzzy worm, it’s hard not to hold you close.”
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