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Josh paused before he turned off the little lamp last night on the changing table and gave one last bittersweet glance towards Mommy and Hunter in the glider. He came back over to me and stroked Hunter's hair. "He is not yet one...but tomorrow he will be." And with that, we said goodnight to our infant, for in the morning, he would be a toddler.
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simply irresistible......
dear hunter,