Dear Lover,
I promise you this.
I will love our children.
The spin in the grass with arms wide out sort of love.
I will let them laugh till their sides ache.
The chase through the sprinklers with bare feet sort of laughter.
I will let them cry out their tears without saying, shhhhh.
The sort of cry that needs cuddling into the crook and bedtime stories afterwards.
But loose teeth?
So help me...
Love,
Me.
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