I noticed this morning that your locket is missing, the one you gave me for Christmas.
My number "5."
It must've fallen off somehow.
Regardless, it made me sad.
I didn't have it long but I don't like being without it.
It just doesn't feel right.
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A Gift Of Words, A Labor Of Love
About Me
- Angi
- I would like to dedicate these pages to my tiny little Grower, who is working so very hard, day and night, stitching together their "pieces of me." To my baby: It's my absolute honor to write your beginning, to give words to the journey that we embark upon together, in order to bring you to this world so that the other four can tickle you senseless. There is no bond stronger than mother and child, I firmly believe, and it is with that declaration that I, with a full heart and blossoming belly, begin our story...