The way her hands and feet are so warm, dry, and smooth when we snuggle in the morning.
The way she buries her head in my shoulder when she's nervous or overwhelmed.
Her solid little trunk.
The little tan she has, but how the skin folded into her cherubic rolls is still so pale.
The way her daddy makes her smile every time.
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