In my most narcissistic of moments, I think I legitimately have the best, quirkiest, sweetest most interesting and fun and special kid in the whole wide world, and like I somehow deserve her. We have had a great last few weeks together. We are just connected and patient and filled with joy, for the most part. My therapist would say I'm "atttuned" to her. But seriously, find me a cooler 4-year-old daughter.
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