This little bear has my heart. I can't tell you how much I am growing to love her. Yes, I adored her the moment I saw her, but each day with her makes me love her so much more. Every time I hold her, I think of the many walks I took with her in my belly. I talked to her then just as I talk to her now. She was my companion on those long, restless summer mornings.
I can't tell you how many times I'd run my hand over my belly and whisper my little hopes to Elle. I'd tell her that I wanted her to be a combination of her sisters. I'd tell her that she was a miracle and that I wanted her to continue being a miracle in other people's lives. I'd tell her so many things.
So far...she is everything I wished for. Yes, I am dead tired and a little frazzled, but this little dear is quickly becoming the glue that keeps us all together. Her sisters are infatuated with her. Her father adores her. And me...well, I just love her so much.
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