My son, Avery, four going on 14, all slamming doors and defiance. Glimpses of his sweet-baby self, usually at night, when he should be in bed. Climbing on my back, wrapping his arms around my neck, and asking me if I know how much he loves me, and if I know he loves me more today than he did yesterday.
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