come here, yeah you.
I have something I want to say and I want you to listen real close...
closer.
do you remember those nights when I was a baby and I cried, and you came into my room and held me, comforted me and rocked me back to sleep?
remember when we were both going out that one night, you had a sitter lined up, and you and mom were dressed up real fancy and I spit up on your shirt?
remember the diaper changes, burp rags, band aids, ice packs, wet cloths, muddy tracks down the hall?
remember the sleepless nights, road trips, dog parks, playgrounds, warm baths, soft blankets and books?
...thanks.
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