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He dragged a folding chair into my studio, stood on top of it, and leaned his head on my shoulder while he watched me paint a picture of him on his bike. He exclaimed, "Mom, I LOVE it!! You did it right!!" (he likes when I leave shirt colors and other details correct 😂 ). There was something surreal about painting the shape of those chubby little boy arms, while feeling the same arms nuzzling around me. And tonight at dinner when we go around the table and share our favorite part of the day, I've already got my answer. ❤️