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One of the first things I hear early in the morning, even before I get out of bed is the click of the Christmas Tree lights. Sometimes we sit there in those early morning hours and just look at that glowing tree; we don't do dishes, we don't clean up toys from the night before, we don't even eat breakfast. We just sit and look at it... except for you Wesley, you go about tearing off ornaments and hearing "no, wes." from me about a million times --- hearing but maaaaybe not listening. You don't like being told no, and usually your chubby little legs carry you quickly away. I think my favorite thing about you right now is watching you run. It gives me the giggles.
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