When I tuck Chloe in bed at night I tell her that the quilts she covers up with (made by grandma Vicki, Grandma Kris, and Aunt Tia) arent made of fabric. They are made of love. Every inch and every stitch has love in it from them. I tuck the love all around her until she feels safe and comforted.
Last night I said:
"No one else in the whole world loves you as much as I love you... You know why? Because I made you."
She smiled so big and squeezed me so hard.
I live for the love moments.
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