Tuesday, June 8, 2010


Sometimes that eight year old boy of ours drives me nuts. He is a rough and tumble bundle of energy that never stops and can crush anything that gets in his way.

Then, other times, he becomes the sweetest little boy there ever was, and brings me beautiful bouquets of hand picked flowers.

Today was a combination of both of those elements.

I love you Connor. Thanks for being so remarkable.
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