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Your child
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Your child’s laughter - the real laugh. The kind he used to make when he was five and you would slide down the toboggan hill with him over and over, the snow clinging to his hat as he rolled in the snow. The promise of hot cocoa and warm chocolate chip cookies the only way to get him in from the cold.
You turn and catch a glimpse of the child within - snow clinging to his hair as he passes you on the slope, his laughter swept away on the wind. And you watch him ski, wondering how he got so tall and knowing that moments like these you will treasure for a lifetime.
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