I don't love you in spite of your cheekiness... I love you because of it. I don't love you in spite of your incessant mimicking of everything we say...I love you because of it. It's not in spite of what seems an in aptitude to listen when I ask you not to drag Hubba bubba clumsily down the hallway to join your game of tent building, its because of it. It is you that I love my babies, even when I am close to bubbling over with frustration, even when I do. In the quietness of reflection it is you I choose. Each of you.
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