Even as she's upstairs snuggled in bed, my face remembers the feel of my Catie's cheeks brushing mine. My lips know the sweet smoothness of her giggling belly as I lace it with raspberry kisses. My palms have memorized the outline of her pajama covered tushie. Hours later I can still feel the silky brush of chubby arms as they wrap around my neck for goodnight squeezes. These things are with me always. These things I know by heart.
Love it :)
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