My kid is my favorite baby and he hasn't made me cry lately, at all.
I've had tears, sure, but they've been from laughing, or wind symphonies, or from the teeth cleaning last week with the buzzing at the roof of my mouth, or from listening to the finale of the Hamilton soundtrack, very loud, in the library's delivery van.
I'm glad about things, like new relationships, warm Decembers (shh, I'm denying things), baby butt wiggle proto-crawling, brownies, Amazon Prime.
And my truth-seeking, thoughtful, responsible, affectionate, bread-winning husband. I'm glad about him all the time.
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