Every single night I tiptoe into his room before I go to bed myself. He’s been asleep for hours and he’s softly snoring. I don’t have to be that quiet or careful because he got his sleep-through-anything ability from his Mama. But I walk to his bed, lean over, and kiss him on the ears.

And every single night I’m more thankful than the night before that this little turkey, with his giggle and his spunk, is our little turkey.

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