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Desi had grown so much, and it excited me. I loved watching her learn new things and seeing her personality develop. But as she grew, I found myself wishing time would slow down. I lamented the passing of those quiet moments between us when all she could do was gaze at me like she thought I was the most wonderful sim on the planet or something. Alas, growth as a good thing. Soon she’d start grabbing for things, blowing raspberries, crawling around, and trying to say words, and I’ll be proud to witness it all.
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Rosie must have heard me talking to Desi and ran upstairs to see me, so I put Desi back in the bassinet and scooped up Rosie.
“Good morning to you too, Rosie. I’m not going anywhere today. You wanna go for a jog? Show all those young pups you still go it? Yeah, let’s do it.”
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I heard about pets who ran away because they felt neglected and appreciated Rosie making an effort to get the love she needed before making a brash decision like that. She may spend a lot of time outside doing what dogs did in their own little world, but she always knew where home was and who was responsible for her awesome life.
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Later that evening, Sophia told me the kitchen sink broke and asked me to call someone. I started to pull out my phone, but for whatever reason, I checked it out first. I’d never used even a screwdriver before, so don’t ask what possessed me to try fixing the sink, but I did. Surprisingly, it was not as hard as I thought it would be, and I actually enjoyed it. That got me thinking. Both my parents were good with their hands. Had I always been good at fixing things and had just now discovered this hidden talent? If I tried woodworking or making candles, would I be any good at it? What if I was a natural, just like Mama? I could run her candle business after she’s gone…maybe. Just a thought.