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He’s a handful, no doubt, but in this particular moment he was a lap and armful – cuddled up with me in a rare moment of ceased activity. I gently ran my fingers through his soft, dark-brown curls while kissing and smelling, yes smelling (you mamas out there know what I’m talking about), the top of his four-year-old head.
I began to tell him just how perfect his little head was – asking him where he got that beautiful head…
“God made it” he explained, and then matter-of-factly followed up his explanation…
“It’s what He finished me with!”
