On Rosie's birthday, I put Joey down for a nap. I could hear him on the monitor jabbering away then I heard him start to sing. "Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday Dear Rosie, Happy Birthday to you!" It was one of the sweetest things I have ever heard. Just when I think I know how much I love my kids, they do something that makes my heart feel like it's swelling, almost painful. And that's my short, sweet story.
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