missing 60 days to your birthday, two months your 2 years.
2 years?! You
potato that you melt with a glance, that raise his eyes to heaven, you've got the raspberries and the vein of the home from your father, you would have already / only 2 years?
I seem to have just arrived home from the hospital (kg and belly are: - /) with you flea in a wheelchair.
The first few nights to try to give you a ritual for bedtime and find ourselves up at 4.30 in the living room without even more movies to watch and you blessed (but cute) on the chair. And the decision of when you sleep even if you feel the need to sleep at a reasonable hour (Tata Lucia would give us a nice note.)
The first smiles, first drop, the first meals.
and realize not to remember when you called me Mama for the first cultured but find that I do not care because every time you call me and exciting as the first. The
Now you're sleeping, we'll see tomorrow because I hardly all day at work, but the special snack for you is ready.
my wishes for your puppy 22 months.
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