One day we are going to Paris. I want to watch your face as your mouth takes in a perfect butter croissant. I want to take turns telling stories at The Louvre about all the art and how it got there. I want to kiss you at the top and bottom, and on
tags: these words are for daddy, travel, dreams of our future days
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