To see her small hands 
Stretch open wide 
And have a piece of lint 
Roll out of her palms,
To see such power 
In clutching insignificance 
For the entire day,
To see her laugh so hard 
That her pacifier 
Shoots right out of her mouth,
To see her lay on anyone's shoulders 
And drift off into sleep,
Just to wake up in our arms again.
That, my friends, 
That is the right way to live.


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