For the fear of forgetting, I am documenting this now, in the midst of the extreme busy-ness of my business.
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This afternoon, Edrick came to me downstairs for his afternoon hugs. But then his feet all of a sudden got too ‘tired’ to go back upstairs. Well, that has been his way of hinting actually… whenever he wants to be carried up the stairs.
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So I did.
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I carried him upstairs. Because I could. And because I could never know when his feet would one day stop being tired to go back upstairs. I could never know when he would stop hinting for that little TLC. And because I knew my feet were fine. I could manage 28.7kg and 22 steps up. And so I did. And I will continue doing so until I can’t.
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Oh… the things you do for love, eh?
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Questa è Enida 
I love Nid’s reply 🙂
We carried them for 9 months Enida, a couple of steps up, is nothing…huffing and panting and pening2 lalat when I reach the last step. ;o)
Nid
God’s planning is perfect in such when you cannot carry him anymore he would have grown big enough to be able to carry you.as it is he already does, in his heart.