On the walk down the stairs this morning, Amelia grabbed my hand and said "Daddy, you're my best friend". I'm telling you all, I am eating up every ounce of this age. I know the day will come where she finds out I'm actually not that cool. That's okay. It will be a better day than when she figures out that I'm not nearly as smart as she thinks I am just because I can do her flash cards. However, until that day comes....I will continue to let her tell me I hung the moon as often as she wants to say it.
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