There's my girl. You're still fighting a persistent fever but I'm seeing more and more of your old happy self. And of course a Popsicle and your silly brother help to. No one can make you laugh like he can.
You're getting really good at this game. And you're also getting better at loosing with grace. Today we played twice and we were both only one card away from winning and I beat you both times. Of course you had some frustration but you did shake my hand and say "Good job, mommy," afterwards. You make me proud buddy. So very proud.
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Oh, the delight on her face!
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