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September 03, 2017  •  Leave a Comment

Dear Reagan,
 
You are a sassypants little girl these days, and you love to push your limits, knowing just what to say to make me laugh even though you are being defiant. You call me Mommy (instead of just Momma) when you are trying to get your way because you know it usually works.
 
You love to wear dresses and have your hair look pretty with bows, even if you HATE having it brushed. You are obsessed with band-aids, needing them for imaginary boo-boos.
 
You are pretty attached to me when I am off work, and that's okay with me. I remind myself that you will never be the small again. You won't always want to curl your 35-pound little body onto my lap. You won't always tell me that I am your "favorite mom ever."
 
I am soaking it up while I can.
 
Love you forever,
Momma

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