It happened all at once, on an afternoon, with a neighborhood friend. It was so abrupt -- like a character who bursts upon the scene and suddenly knows what to do, and the story is forever changed.
Our little boy is growing up.
Sunday morning, roads closed, headed to church on the Metro. All the big in-town events seem to happen on Sundays--marathons, parades a...
Beautifully recorded as usual. I love this kind of stuff.
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