{This “re-post” is in honor of my oldest son’s 23rd birthday. Happy Birthday, Kyle!}
Sometimes, I miss having small children.
I love the cute little things they say. My favorite age is 4 years old, where they are old enough to have smart conversations yet young enough to remain sweet and innocent.
I remember taking Kyle for a haircut . . . → Read More: Our “Grown Ass Man” Turns 23
