Brad brought me a dozen gorgeous, fall colored roses the other day...after I had been yelling at him all morning. How did I get so lucky? These hormones have been brutal for our whole family, but he just trudges on and keeps loving me unconditionally. I don't deserve that man and am so grateful he is mine!
The beginning of my honey's life.
The darling boy I now love.
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We are GOING to have the cutest kids.
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So dang adorable.
He still LOVES Batman.
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Such a grown up little boy.
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Firefighter in training.
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Making wishes.
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And he still ended up playing racquetball.
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Reading with his daddy.
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He even wore tights!
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I love his cute chubby cheeks.
Unfortunately his dress up days are over.
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He's still this cute when he sleeps.
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The cute little hedge hog :)
He was always meant to be a firefighter.
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With his sisters.
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My little cubscout.
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Look at those feet!
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Hula shirts...always a winner...?
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In his jamboree dufflebag.
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THE truck. On the way to promotion.
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Cute little porcupine?
Soccer initiations. How precious.
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Junior year. What a hottie.
Soccer junkie.
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Madrigal outfit, senior year.
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So flattering in a kilt.
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With his big bro.
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Mission picture.
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Doorbell ringing on the mish.
Below zero temperatures in Ukraine...gotta love 'em.
At our wedding. One of my favorite Brad faces.
It's kinda depressing when your 6'5" husband fits into your jacket.
His angry "at work" face. Stupid convergys.
Just Bradley. All mine.
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