That beautiful age of following you were you go, being a little shadow, finding such excitement in helping you with chores, picking his own clothes, falling asleep in big brother's arms. He finishes the sentence in the books that he loves best, he flops on the floor in desperation if an answer is no, he sings and chats all day long. He likes to tell you how big he is, that one day you can sit in the back of his car. He has plans this guy, big plans.
Monday, October 26, 2009
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I love that age.
me too! ONE of my favorites!
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