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Sometimes in the wee hours of morning I swoop little Romy into my arms and bring her into bed with us. Sleeping beside a baby is bliss. She sweats baby balm - so intoxicating and her little breath is a sweet pulse. Her animal grunts have mellowed, but she oinks and squawks with her dream rounds. She holds nothing back. I can feel and see her growing and shedding her babyhood so quickly, now that I know the toddler form of what she'll become.