lav yooou mama! progressively louder... laaav yooouuu maaamaaa! this is what i hear from you Phoebe. about a dozen or more times an hour, yes, i mean it, an hour. sometimes it is from across the room. sometimes it is flung at me along with your cute little frame, hugging my legs. sometimes it is even smeared across the kitchen as i drag you along on one leg while trying to get food ready. this is a very nice thing to hear and i will never tire of it. what more could one ask for but to have someone follow them around declaring their love. and Phoebe, i LOVE YOU, infinity.
