(photo by Sarah of www.moderndaymoments.com)
Me and this kid? It’s the strangest thing. We’re madly in love in a way I didn’t know about yet. We speak a secret language. We have the same dimple. She’s mischievous in a way I know she gets from me, even though Scott insists it’s his. She looks me squarely in the eye and tells me she loves me, with both of her tiny fat hands on my face. (I die.)
And she talks all the damn time.
Delilah George, you rule, kiddo.
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