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. Now when I say it to him, he whispers, "Treasure", as if I'm telling him a secret. My boys, all FOUR of them, are my treasure.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Mama Said There'd Be Days Like This
I can't remember why he woke up so miserable this day, but boy was he unhappy!
Mama taking pictures of his crazy hair probably didn't help.
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