Last night, waiting for Daddy to get home, Josiah and I had a dance party to Christmas music. If neighbors are able to see through our cream curtains, they were probably having convulsions from laughing so hard. That did not stop us from getting crazy!
During a slow song, I picked Josiah up to slow dance. He looked up at me and gave me a kiss. (You know at this age, voluntary kisses are rare.) Of course, I melted. Love. that. boy.
give him a million kisses for me.
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