It’s Father’s Day
There are quite a few things about my son that remind me of his father.
His bright blue eyes.
How he frowns when he is concentrating . . . or pooping.
The little lines he gets under his eyes when he is tired.
His love of milk.
His marathon napping.
The wonderful way they both sleep on their tummies with their heinies pointed towards heaven.
How they both would be perfectly content to eat the same thing every day.
I love my husband and I love my son so much. I can’t even write any more because I’m sitting here tearing up. Go hug your family.
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