Today, as I sat in dad's favorite Lazy-Boy recliner and ate some freshly baked cinnamon rolls while mom rocked CJ to sleep, I finally realized that I have it pretty good. I'm almost thinking of putting our house back on the market so we never have to move out (just kidding, dad). Here are a couple pictures from the famous half-marathon. Isn't mom tough? I think it's because she had such a great coach.
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Look at those two go. And that is where mom is walking on a fractured foot. You wouldn't know it though. Way to go decent parents!!!!
Can I move back in? No, seriously, can I? It sounds like heaven.
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