Otis, you, mister, have been a wild ride from the very beginning. Of course there is fatigue from round one that follows us here to round two, but you really show us what we're made of some days [and nights]. But then...
Then you do this thing. This magical, mesmerizing thing where you intensely lock eyes with me and smile the most handsome, happiest, exuberant, adorably gummy, melt-my-heart-into-a-million-pieces smile. Honestly, it's seriously better than an hour of sleep. Almost. Well...from what I can remember.
My sweet boy, you are so good for me. Keep flashing me those special smiles and I'll do my best to keep you happy. I love you so very much!
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