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Noodle and been the only request for our eldest son’s last birthday.

He was insistent.

And his daddy was a sucker.

So, yeah.

We now had sixteen pitties.

One poodle.

Three animals that dared to call themselves children.

And more love than I could have ever imagined finding in my life.

“It’s good, mama,” A said, giving my body a squeeze as our sons laughed outside, the baby gave a little kick, and Noodle curled up on top of Val. “It’s all good.”

And it was.