Late nights, Em'ry in our bed, sleeping in, donut runs, lounging in our jammies while I sip coffee and Em'ry watches Dora, day trips, and not a care in the world...
until this little fella shows up...
so we go all out to set up his new home...
and then worry night and day whether he will make it...
whispering about him as Greg and I check on him several times each night only to have Em'ry sit up in bed and ask,"guys, who are you talking about?"
Today, he is still with us...
and she is still smiling! So, we breathe in, and out, and check on Franklin 50+ times a day, and swear that we will return the favor when Aunt Bran has munchkins of her own ;)
hahahahahaha...that is too funny.
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