Oh Laney,
On the way down to Florida, you were a dream. You slept almost the whole way, and when you weren't sleeping, you were smiling at strangers.
But on the way home. Lord, on the way home...
You cried. You hollered. You wiggled. You fussed. And 45 minutes before we landed, right after the "Fasten Seat Belts" light came on, you pooped.
If you ever question how much I love you, remember that I once held you in my arms for almost an hour after you pooped on me.
Love,
Mom
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