He gives me baths.
He takes naps with me.
He takes me for walks.
He keeps me safe and warm.
He takes me for rides.
He takes me on trips.
I am so thankful for my Papa!
“Oh, to find rest, sweet repose. Why must we grind out our lives in search of vain glories when all that is wanted is home?”
Stephen Crane
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