One morning recently, I was awoken by a text message.
From my son.
In his bed upstairs.
"Mom, I'm wicked sick. Can I stay home today?"
From my bed, I texted back: "Ash, it's a snow day."
And just like that, he was cured.
Miracles do happen.
Now for some I-wish-Spring-would-hurry-the-F-up-and-get-sprung-already-pics...
|Spring mud + 4wheeler = Muddy Boy|
|Ready for baseball to start!|
|Such a good big bro|
|Come'on bud, let's go inside and warm up|