Friday, April 24, 2009

My Sun






It's not a typo. He's my son. But he's my sun. Everyone, meet sun. Sun, meet everyone. My other sun is not a son. She's a daughter. Happy Friday. This message has been brought to you by me, the one teetering on the edge of sanity. Thank you.

4 comments:

jlcumber said...

He makes me melt! :) Such cute little sunshines you have. :)

Jan said...

Oh, Sam:
It's always feels good to have you for company on the edge of sanity.
Love,
AJ

Thayer & Associates said...

I think we need a a hug. OOOOOOO

Amy said...

He is precious! love you!!!