East of East Nashville, Hermit in Hermitage
That reminds me of when #2 was born. The Manchild was 6 years old. I can see him as plain as day, the day we brought the baby home from the hospital...he had just learned to ride a bike and was running around doing this and that, going 90 miles an hour and I looked down the hall and saw the MC standing over the baby bed, just watching. One of my favorite memories of my big boy.You'll want to save that up for the day the girls are fighting over clothes and stuff.
Thanks for the nice words. I'm considering framing a couple of these for Ari's room.
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