10.29.09
Dear Noah,
Things have certainly been changing in the Horton household.

I leave the room. You cry. I put you down. You cry.

I leave the room. You cry. I put you down. You cry.
My always-happy, always-sweet baby pushes people away and reaches for me.
Only me.
Even though I put you down, I leave the room, to teach you that I’ll always come back — always –
I want you in my arms just as much.













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