As I was combing Reagan's hair today I was telling her that she was:
-breathtaking
-gorgeous
-stunning
-beautiful
I always do that and then finish with, "Must be because you look so much like me."
She beat me to it today. She said, "You're all those things too, Mommy. Just not in those clothes."
I could feel the love.
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