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.
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4 years ago
4 comments:
He makes me melt! :) Such cute little sunshines you have. :)
Oh, Sam:
It's always feels good to have you for company on the edge of sanity.
Love,
AJ
I think we need a a hug. OOOOOOO
He is precious! love you!!!
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