"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Charlotte is at one of my all-time favorite ages right now. How can I tell? Because she will toddle up to me, turn around, and sit in my lap. Ah, there's nothing like being chosen as the most perfect place in the world to sit and cuddle.

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