It’s about these kinds of moments

"Ok? Who wants to go with me?" My husband announces. "Me!" My daughter exclaims. Oh great, I think to myself. No chance for a deer now. Kids are noisy. Kids are messy. Kids are innocent. She wants to be where her Papa is. Wasnโ€™t I the same? My younger moments were following in my fatherโ€™s... Continue Reading →

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