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Foul mood earlier. Did not really look forward to going to Comfest with my three year old son. I thought the whole family would go. Nope. Dad and babe stayed behind. Sometimes really rotten moods can change. The festival was loud and smelled like life and my son clung to my hand and reminded me that I was his favorite person. I was his protector. We ate and walked and talked to friends and danced and by the time we drove home- I wanted to stay.
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I am so glad that I have found your blog to read. I just read this and immediately tears came to my eyes. This is so real and I think that all mommies know what you mean. This is a lucky boy to have you for one...
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