
He holds my hand all the way to the park, while carrying his sticks of course.

Carter and I spent the evening together. We had our "special time" together walking down to the park, and finding secret paths in the back yard.
My longterm memory sucks, therefore I blog. Saved and frozen in time forever are the stories you find here....and lots of things I love!
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"Special Time" is always the best. The stuff memories are made of... :)
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