girl in a hat

We’re at her house, oh, about 10 seconds when I whip out the camera phone because I’m now obsessed with it. She is now obsessed with Curious George, hence the hat. Cool! “Smile for Tee Tee!”

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“Tee Tee, lemme get some paper so we can draw with my new paint pens!”
Great!

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Tee Tee wearing out her welcome with her wretched camera phone. Girl in hat is doing silly faces. “Okay. Just look up at me for a sec.”

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Really, she smiled two seconds later. Sometimes I truly believe that that lazy sun just borrows its light from our little glowing girl. Well, maybe it wavered a split second here, but that was all Tee Tee’s fault.

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And several hours later, as we’re leaving, she clings to both of us, continually kissing us and whispering, “I don’t want you to go. I don’t want you to go.” With permission from dad, she walks us out to our car, holding our hands. “I wish you could stay. I don’t want you to go.” Little love explosions firing along my nerves the entire time. We wave goodbye. She waves goodbye wildly, calling, “I love you! I love you!” watching as we pull away, our hearts blazing from the sheer joy of her.

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