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| Imagination at work... |
This morning I sat outside of Joshua's bedroom door. I knew he was awake. Over the monitor I heard him giggling and playing and I wanted to have a closer listen before the "Momma, Where are you?!?" I got such delight from sitting there listening to him talking to his stuffed animals and bouncing from one end of his crib to the other. I knew opening the door would shatter the illusion that he was lost in, so there I sat silently listening to his "conversations" that weren't meant to be heard (at least not by me.)
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