just a quiet afternoon at aunt sheryl and uncle john’s house. (we are still stuffed. except for olivia...i think she would like some more killer brownies.)
otherwise known as olivia’s favorite animal...or a manatee. brian carved a mom and her baby spooning in the sand. it was so beautiful, and gone by morning. yeah. i don’t know what to say either. he’s amazing.
your underbite, your expertise in picking out christmas trees, your clicking toenails, the way you cocked your head when we said your name, the way you barked at our cars when we pulled in the driveway, your pickiness when it came to treats and who you would let pet you, your prance-like gait, the way grandma always thought you were going to talk, the way you always sat in our plants, racetrack, you running off...but always coming back, your sweet dark eyes, the way you howled when neighbors and friends came to the door, the way sam squeezed your face and told you he loved you, the funny noise you made when you held furry man, how much you always wanted to go running with us, your warm furry smell...