I wish, over the past couple years, I could have captured every bit of her into jars, to line up on shelves for reminiscing in the future. I wish I could have canned her baby default setting, the one that left her easy to please and thrilled by everything. I wish I could have poured into containers her shimmering personality, her happy clapping and constant chatter. I wish I could bottle the way she smells, the way she emanates innocence. I wish I could preserve the way it feels to hold her in my arms.
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And she's sweeter than fruit preserves.
Often, when someone is telling me a story, all that I can think about is for them to finish so that I can tell them my own story, that's not only BETTER but also directly involves ME. However, Jenni Baby, your "story posts" are always interesting, beautiful and filled with love. I am certain that your heart is lined with shelves and stacked full of jars, cans, bottles and containers.
L2A4
P. S. I was broke last night...so I stayed in the bathroom of a classy restaurant and passed out paper towels for about an hour for tips...another free meal!
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