A scattered day. A good day. In the winter, during the busy season, we like to go to breakfast on Sunday mornings with parts of our family. Usually it's Pup's momma, Bella and the boys, occasionally Lorenzo and her Randalian, and any other random family members that want to come.
Yesterday was the first.
This right here was the moment.
The little jelly-smeared face. The Old Navy sweatshirt. The face. How our baby is more a toddler and looking like a grown boy.
xxoo
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The channeling of frustration and desperation into laser sharp focus on life and living and loving.
Warrior momma.
His face. Those EYES.
DOLL BABY BOY.
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