This bleak Midwinter morning found the smallest of the house cozied up in a mamma-made blanket, slowly drifting to sleep as his brothers played nearby and his mother tidied the bedrooms. He woke ravenously hungry for second breakfast a few hours later and happily snuggled in to nurse. When his belly was full his mother lay him beside her where he cooed and smiled, drawing everyone around him in to plant kisses on his ever-growing cheeks and to rub his fuzzy head.
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