The other night, I stood in the middle of my kitchen, clutching my daughter in my arms as I waited for her bottle to warm up.
I looked down at her and took in all her mannerisms, her expressions and noises she makes. I knew I had to commit these moments to memory for the rest of my life. I had to because I know she'll never be that small ever again in her life. And she'll never need me as much as she did in that moment in time.
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