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sometimes I wonder...

...will I ever get tired of cuddling her close? Will there ever not be room on my lap for her? Will her smile ever not cause mine to appear?
I look at her and cannot imagine a time when that won't be the case. 50 years from now, I hope I can pull her onto my lap and hug her and grin at her delight in the world. It makes me wonder how my mom would feel if I sat down on her lap for a hug the next time I see her.