:: Dutch Soren ::
Tonight hit you hard. One minute you are running around like a crazy man with Judah, and the next you are curled up on the couch with 103.4 fever. It breaks my heart to see those bright red cheeks and sad puppy dog eyes when you are sick.
Daddy was awesome and gave up his spot in our bed and took the couch so you could sleep near me. Yep, he's cool like that.
|8 June 2012 :: 8.56pm|