Monday, September 30, 2019

Flowers and Cattle

When my son was little --- as in 2 and 3 --- he loved cows.  Holsteins especially, but all cows in general.

When I was pregnant with Hannah, someone asked Briton about the baby on the way.  This after my telling him he was going to be a brother, and him asking, "When will she be here?"  He knew from the jump he was going to have a sister, and he always called her "Daisy."

These are the socks I wore today
in their honor.
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