Red Mittens

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There are only a few words that can describe what this child represents.
He is an example of the Love his father and I have shared. The blue eyes are mine in turn are my fathers. The cheeks and full lips are just like his sisters. This afternoon the temp outside was warmer than it has been. The snow still obviously fluffy and fun for the boy.
Daddy and he went out and played. Daddy threw the snow in the air and Jack watched as it fell to the ground and all around him, paused and laughed.
Allie came down the street at the same time from Nana's house and called Jacks name and the boy stared and smiled and hooted to his big sister. Truly beautiful.
After playing outside we all came in and his sister Missi called to Jack and he trailed snow from the front to the back of the house. She hugged him and took off his snow suit and shoes and the RED MITTENS>
I found them at a consignment shop. 50cents do I need to shop there? NO do I love these cool red mitttens. Priceless. LOL
I am going out with the best friend in the world tonight. My Amy.
She was my maid of honor when I married Andy. She is the purest soul I know. Iwent to a counselor the other day to begin working on my "grief" issues. Which is a story in itself.
Anyway she asked about my loves in life. What adult loves Ive had. I told her about My AMY.
She asked the right questions and I answered. I Love her. I always will Love her. When I woke up from surgery and Amy and Allie and Andy were there, that is Love.
OK so back to the mittens. I think I will name this photo for posterity.
When my boy is 16 and has friends over i will put the "red Mittens" out to show them all the love that I felt at that moment taking a pic of the blue eyed Love child.

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Dayngr said…
Is there anything cuter in the world? I think not.
10:05 AM
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