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a stormy kind of joy

She chooses soft adjectives like rumbly and nibbling.

Sometimes when you’re so much in love

It bursts out of your heart and continues out of your eyes.

Pretending she is my mom and I am her baby:

“I will always be here. You will always be with me. You will never die. You will never die.”

“And one day when you are big and grown

you will marry daddy and I will be your baby.”

And then she asked for apple sauce.

Such a soft and sweet thing to ask for.

She said, “Can you write this down?: I love candy. I love trick or treating. I want candy right now.”

Pointing at the laptop screen, “Is that what I just said? It’s so much.”

Yes, baby. It is.

And you are so much.

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