Sometimes, when she looks at me like this, little M looks like she’s two…going on 40.
Her eyes have such a depth, and such a knowing look about them. I feel like she has seen so much, my little, M, and she is so much older than her almost three years.
And I wonder what she is thinking, or remembering, my little old soul…

And then she gives me this look…
And she is my baby again.

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