This morning, Matt stuck around the house a little bit longer than usual so that we could all have breakfast together. He does that about once a week. Abby beat us downstairs and was waiting in the kitchen for us. As we arrived, she told Matt, "Daddy, my heart's full of love."
I guess we're doing something right.
(I know that is from a song, and I can NOT remember what song (musical?). I can hum some of it, but that's all I remember. If you do know, please leave me a comment with it so I don't go insane.)
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