Untitled: High-Five Moment!

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As one of my girls
Nestled her head on my chest
I stroked her growing hair with care
She looked up with a smile and pouted lips
I kissed her so gently and gave her a squeeze
Then like a clock, she raised her right hand, waiting for a high-five
I responded with my hands held up and high, either hand was hers to choose
And as her tiny hand smacked my big right hand, I couldn’t help but wonder
How truly small her hands were compared to mine
Frozen in that brief moment, I had a revelation to protect them even more
As she smiled in delight to the sound of her high-five, I whispered in her ears I love you my dear
She looked up and said mommy, don’t bite my ears:)

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