Noah is growing by the day and I cannot think nor speak of him without breaking out into convulsions of complete and utter joy.
Pure. Foolish. Silly. Bonkers. Happiness. The thought of him makes my heart tickle and itch. I begin to get palpitations of the heart and have to practice the utmost self-control to prevent myself from breaking out into a spastic jungle dance of mama-love. I'd don myself with feathers and fairy wings and beat on drums like a taiko drummer on steroids.
Because Noah is the cutest baby in the whole wide world.
I know.
I'm sorry.
I just can't help it.
Forgive me.
...For having the cutest baby in the whole wide world!
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