If we want to know where Jack is, we look in our closet, under the covers in his bed, behind the couch, under our dresser. If all of those fail, look in Abby's room, and there he is. Perched up on her bed, watching her do whatever the heck she's doing. As soon as I find him and try to get him out of her way, Abby replies... "He's fine, he's not in the way". Then I tell him he has a few more minutes. I giggle as I walk away. I am thankful each day he is surrounded by love.
-ash
2 years ago
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