All dressed up with no where to go . . .
When I arrived home this afternoon, I was greeted by my youngest, with a big hug, which I relish as hugs are getting rarer with each passing year. I asked him what he was doing in his good shirt and jeans. He said he just missed school and wanted to dress like he would if … Continue reading All dressed up with no where to go . . .
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