When they handed him to me
In his play yard
Waving at everyone :)
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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
2 comments:
congrats gretchen he is beautiful, I have been checking in on your blog every once in a while. I sent you a few invites to my blog since I made it private... let me know if you need another one.
How sweet is that lil man Trevor. I would love to hold him again. Chris said you were at the SOCCER fields on Saturday, I didn't get to see you =(
Let me know if I can do anything for you!
I would love to bring you supper oen night! Email me what night would work best!
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