There are so many things I hope to never forget about Amelia, this in particular. Each night as we laid our baby girl into bed, she would stick her sweet little face through the slats in her crib. She would stay perched there with her lips puckered tight just begging for a kiss, and another and another. Her nightly ritual consisted of moving rhythmically through all 45 crib slats with lips stretched out and receiving a kiss in return. I smiled and laughed each and every night. Almost daily I have an experience that melts my heart, but few surpass this memory.
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