A Love Letter to My Last Child

Dear last child of mine, You are the last baby I will hold, the last baby whose soft body I will smell, the last one I will feed and comfort at night. I swear, you were just born last week and look at you now–three and half years old, ruling the house with your cuteness and tantrums, like the absolute star that you are. It went by too fast. I know I complain a lot. I know I’ve said (in my head) “grow up already” so many times. I know…

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