But the real joy of the day isn’t just the music or the memories — it’s knowing I’ve passed this tradition down to my sons, and now I get to share it with their children…
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But the real joy of the day isn’t just the music or the memories — it’s knowing I’ve passed this tradition down to my sons, and now I get to share it with their children…
Before I knew it, I was fully invested. If I wasn’t wondering what would happen next, I was jamming to the songs, and every single one was straight fire!
Before I knew it, she had taken the spoon out of my hand and began feeding ME…
I’d promised to take her to and through the car wash, which she’d come to love while riding in the car. She had been growing impatient and frustrated with me because she wanted candy, but I told her it would come later in the morning.
“We don’t blame other people, sweetheart.” I began. Kamari didn’t do it, so you don’t say ‘Kamari did it.’ If you do, Grandpa will get angry with Kamari, and it wasn’t Kamari’s fault.