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...written on 2007-10-10, @ 10:42 p.m.
Hey,
You made my day by pressing your forehead to mine and scrunching up your nose. The weeks have seemed endless lately but you make me laugh with your maniacal giggle.
The two of you cracked me up with your little echoes of "chill." It sounds sillier coming from my mouth but somehow it pops out anyway. If you guys catch on to it I really won't complain. And I like watching you put puzzles together, toy firmly in hand, as you chatter endlessly. I like that you don't let me have silence when I want to revert to it most. I couldn't contain my giggles when you curled up, red riding hood like, in a comforter with a pink pillow clutched tight to your chest. The hilarity of that is lost on the rest of them, I think. Meanwhile I have to bite back helpless chuckles.
So what I mean to say is that you made it easy to fight off the tiredness shutting me down.
What I mean is that I sort of hope that lasts.
I never knew that chaos felt so calm.