Turner is the most gentle boy I'll ever know. He spent 45 minutes "brushing" and "styling" my hair tonight. If I looked down, he'd tell me I needed to look up and then he'd say "Wow! You wook weewly gweat!" It feels like such a guilty pleasure for me when I let him stay up past his usual bed time.
I am so grateful to spend so much time with him. The good and the not so awesome all end the same way. With one sweet little toddler comfortably residing in my bed at night.
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