I didn't think August could be any more beautiful until he cried. There's a loveliness to those tears and a sweet melody to his weeping that shatters my heart into a thousand tiny pieces. The corner of his eyes glistening and his little mouth quivering... I could die. But I don't panic or frantically shush him. Instead I work silently and swiftly to right whatever wrong and make it all better. Then I sweep him up in my arms and those little shards in my chest melt and coalesce as each sob lessens. My heart is once again whole and surprisingly a lot bigger than it was before.
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