My sweet Tatum Grace... You are the girl who started making me drink coffee, the girl who prefers to takes naps in mom's arms (where the milk easily accessible), the girl who still gets up once or twice a night (but twice have slept through the night), the girl who is quick to smile, the girl who grabs my hair, the girl who first giggled at daddy, the girl who is just chill, and you are the girl who looks nothing like her mama. But most of all you are the girl who God blessed us with and a perfect fit to our family.
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