I only have a few pictures that Charles (brother-in-law) took because we forgot to take our camera.




It all started with the lady I tutored calling her son her treasure. I thought that was neat so I started telling my oldest son that he was my treasure. When I said it to him, he whispered, "Treasure", as if I was telling him a secret. My babies, all four of them, are my treasure.
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I love that first picture of Luke! He looks like his daddy after pulling a prank.
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