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She is my girl. She has my heart wrapped up her hands, her smile, her smell, her touch. I love having her near. I carry her more than I ever did the boys. I take her with me almost all the time and I don't mind...I want her there! I want her with me...to be near me. I has made it harder to put her down. She likes me close too because of this arrangement we have...yet again I don't mind. I love the look in her eyes when I'm near. You can taste the excitement in the air when she knows I'm going to pick her up. She is pure joy!