baby girl
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Most days, she’s my Gabby Goose. Soft cheeks. Sleepy cuddles. Tiny giggles that make the whole house lighter. But every now and then… Goosifer appears. She grins with the confidence of someone who’s absolutely about to do the one thing I just said no to. She steals toys. Runs away laughing. Climbs first. Thinks later.…
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Some morningsthe sun wakes slowly, but not you. You tumble into the daywith sleepy eyes,wild bedhead,and cheeks still warm from dreams. You are my little bear—soft where it matters,brave when it counts,curious about everything. You collect treasuresthe way other children collect toys:a leaf,a pebble,a cat’s tail to gently follow,a giggle that escapes before breakfast. The…
Between Bruises and Blooms 