Every weekday is the same routine: wake the girls up, get my oldest ready for school, load them up in SUV, drop sissy off at school, blow kisses, and come home. Once we are home, my youngest is in a world of her own. She is a rock star in her own band, to the delicate ballerina performing pirouettes in the living room. Today she did all of those things plus one more. She ran to get me and held my hand and led me back to my bedroom, “Look mommy, I made you kisses!” she said. My heart filled with so much joy because this little girl took time out of her own little world to make me “kisses” just because…

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