“My Rye-Rye, I find you!” That little voice rode on it as he came running through the house, tiny feet pounding on the hardwood floors before he appeared in the entryway to the kitchen. The grin splitting his face nearly did me in, his chubby little hand in the air and the way he was pointing at me. “I find you!” “You did find me, didn’t you? How did you even know where I was hiding?” I set the big spoon on the counter and eased his way, hiking him up into my arms. “I a big boy,” he told me, so proud with that dip of his head. “That’s right, you are, and you knew exactly where to go, didn’t
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