Last Sunday as we walked in to Starbucks holding hands on our way to have a very super special Sunday morning breakfast out (we usually never do this), Noah looks at me and says, "Nice dress you got there, Mom." "Thanks Noah," I say.
Actually I had on a skirt and sweater and sweater-poncho-thing, but the fact that he noticed what I was wearing and commented on it was super cute. Truth be told the outfit was as old as the hills, and I'd worn it many times before, but it was still sweet don't get me wrong.
Love you, Noah. Can't wait to celebrate with you tomorrow.
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