the joys of parenting
my girl has quite the set of lungs on her. my grandma told me once to let her cry so that she could have a nice singing voice like me. hannah crying is like 1,000 tiny knives stabbing my heart, not only for the sheer volume and the mercy on my ears, but because i have this natural instinct to just comfort her.
but how can you ignore a sweet face like this?
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