I picked Quinton up today after school. They had just been out playing in the rain and mud. He ran up to me, pressed his dirty little nose up to mine, planted a big one smack on my lips, put my face in his hands and declared, “Mommy – you’re my girl.”
Yes I am, Quinton. Maybe forever.
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