Ninety or nine, I'm thine...
A mother would tell you, nine months is a long time....
I do not know what to say about the nine long months.... except that no regrets...
Everything happens for the best...
Nine months will become nineteen.... and ninety... And then I'll stop keeping count... But my smile will not wither... Such has been the joy....
:-) :-)
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the joy of..?
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