For the last several weeks, we’ve not been having our regular Friday family lunch at our house because everyone’s been gone or busy, but today we got back on track. My favorite baby boy in the whole world came to see me along with my parents and brother.
Walker kept reaching for my hand when I would touch his sweet, chubby cheeks. So we just held hands for a while. I could die from the sweetness.
Clark (who is a recent daily reader—I’ve really done something now!) went running while we finished lunch and babysat, so he doesn’t get to be on the blog today. Too bad, Bub.
Fridays are the best.