This precious little boy finished his mortal sojourn in an imperfect body and is now chasing bugs and destroying furniture in heaven. I can't wait to see him again, when he'll actually be able to hear all of the ridiculous nicknames I called him and the silly little songs I sang to him that (literally) fell on deaf ears.
But I know he could feel them in his heart.
(He did that job on the window shade himself.)
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