Many of you know Dalia's lovey, Kitty Kitty. Well, on the way home from the coast Dalia planned his upcoming birthday party (apparently he's/she's six already). She'd made a birthday card for him a couple months ago and left it sitting on a table. The day after we got home I blew up a bunch of balloons and hung them up. She got the hats. I sang to him. Then I went about my cleaning up from the trip. I found her opening his card and a gift she'd put together for him with him sitting on her lap. It was heartbreakingly sweet. She posed for a picture with him (a rarity these days to get her to smile for the camera). Well, happy birthday Kitty Kitty! I'll never forget our trip through IKEA all those years ago while Dalia squealed and squeezed you tight. She's loved you best ever since. She bathes you, sings to you, asks you how you are, clutches you tight all night long. Please don't fall apart. Please.
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