I walked past this sight in the kitchen and it made me a little teary-eyed. My youngest was helping me make cookies and pulled the chair up to the counter. I realized that, soon, she won't need a chair to help me at the counter and, soon, she won't be there to help me at all. I just had to capture this fleeting moment because, before I know it, it will be only a memory. *sniff*. At least I can drown my sorrows in cookies and milk
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