We stopped at my mom's on our nightly evening walk last week and some of her hollyhocks were in bloom. On one of Brad and Will's trips around the house Brad came over looking for a stick. Soon after he presented me with this: something his Grandma Erna taught him to do when he was little. Pretty little as she passed away when he was 7. 
He never ceases to amaze me. I am a lucky lucky girl.
He never ceases to amaze me. I am a lucky lucky girl.
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That's so sweet, I threw up a little bit. Dang. (you are lucky. and so is he. And we're lucky to know you guys. And mom's lucky...oh, you get the idea).
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