...is that I wasn't worried about my Dad and that Cory was here so I could hug him. I miss my child's Tootsie Roll thumbs. He has thumbs that are round at the top and skinny in the middle...they remind of the tootsie roll pops.
I wish my child would give it up and call his Grandpa. Both sentimental, caring, stubborn men who love each other...and someone needs to figure out a way to make nice.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
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