Dear Peppermint,

I go over and over photos of you when you’re sleeping, or hanging out with Dad or Gramsy. Trying to pinch myself awake thinking it’s all a dream. Those little hands that were in fists for weeks, your arms flailing around out of control and your little scrunched up face – it’s all so fuzzy already. You are changing so fast and it’s hard to keep up. The past few days you’ll take a step to come to us. You’re saying so many words. You just sit there reading your books looking all grown up, carefully turning the pages to find your favorite. And then you’ll turn to me and squeeze my neck with your strong arms, pat my shoulder and kiss my neck with a warm ‘mmmmmm’ and it’s the best feeling ever. Until tomorrow at least.


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