Wednesday, November 16, 2011

A Place to Put His Stuff

"Papa, please stay."

Trenton grabbed my right pinky with his little hand as we went to leave their house the night of his birthday party.  We had just told him it was time for us to go home.

We stayed another 10 minutes.

(this post sat as a draft for months, and I never finished it.  But I want to remember this.  So I'm going to go ahead and post the fragment.)

note to self:  This had something to do with the John Deere wagon we got him.

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