I love that Phoebe still wants to have long conversations with me about all the things in her head. I recognize that this will probably not last for much longer, so I'm trying to savor it now. When I'm in the middle of a task and she comes up to me and says she just needs a mom hug, which happens several times a day, I try to remember the finite nature of childhood. Then I hug her and hold on as long as she'll let me.
I am exceptionally thankful for these moments.
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