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Sunday, August 19, 2012

Don't worry, be happy

Henry's off to mow lawns with Dada. He motions for me to bend down so I'm eye-level with him. Then he wraps his little arms around my neck and gives me a wet kiss as only a 3 yr old can.

"Please don't worry, Mama! We'll be right across da street. OK?"

He knows me too well.

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