Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Finding your toes

When I got my wisdom tooth pulled, you did a great job cheering me up.

Going for walks with Dad often made you fall asleep.

Uncle Matthew sharing his beer with you.

Sporting male pattern baldness and a pair of knit pants Grumpy made for you. 

You were happy to help Heather finish her homework.









Then you found your toes. They had been there the whole time.


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