I’m inbetween making lunch and cleaning the house. Ry and Porter are on a walk down to Oma’s house (I’ll miss that when we move!), so I thought I’d steal a minute to post a few pictures of Hudson.
I just love this kid to pieces already. I find myself sitting and studying every little piece of him, willing myself to not forget how tiny he his, how his wrinkly skin feels, how he sounds when he grunts and smacks his lips. Why can’t they stay small forever?