It's happening again. It happened with the jester when he was about 5-7. The princess is five now - and i am doing the exact same thing.
I am seeing myself through my mother's eyes. I cannot hold her enough, read to her enough - I get weepy just combing her hair. I am really pouring on the love for this kid.
She's wonderful, beautiful, adorable, sweet - but I am in overkill mode - truly I am. And I do not know how to stop it - or if I want to.
With the jester I mellowed somewhere after his seventh birthday - after he was officially older than I had been. But this little girl - she may be different.
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