For every bit that he is sweet and simple,
She is fierce and complex.
For every soft coo and gurgle,
She is overflowing with laughter or tantrum tears.
For every moment he stays still,
She is sprinting, sprinting, sprinting.
For every soft cuddle he gets or cradle of his sweet, delicate head,
She does ten somersaults or falls off a swing just to get right back on.
For every bit he is a baby,
She is a toddler. They are my two and we are appreciating both of them for being exactly who they are supposed to be.
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