Bedtime Antics

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Crackle: all the kind words combined make one word and you’re that word.
Sometimes I feel bad because you will never know how much I love you, Mom.
I love you so much I can’t even put it into words.
Sometimes I totally forget about holidays.. like tomorrow .. I thought tomorrow was a regular day... but it’s not... it’s St. Patricks Day.

How did I miss that? 

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