To me, he is still my little boy – my Buddy!! He is a fiery little toe-head running around the backyard jousting with army men and soldiers (he always called them “Guys”); he is building sand castles that fight none-stop battles; he is reigning down vengeance upon an evil ant colony with a ball-peen hammer. The fact that now he is a husband and father successfully pursuing his dreams doesn’t change the fact that he is MY Little Boy!!
Daddy’s Little Girl? Always!! She is not a day over Three! She has her own language Continue reading