When I was 16 years old I went to a Christmas parade with Britton and his 2 year old nephew, Grahmm. Grahmm fell asleep sitting in Britton's lap in the car while we waited for the parade to start. I knew, as I watched that teenage boy snuggle with his tiny nephew, that he was the kind of dude I wanted to marry. Honestly, I knew then that I wanted to marry HIM.
And now, I watch daily as he snuggles, loves on, teaches and plays with our own children.
Man, I called it.
He's the kind of dad I knew he'd be and I'm ever so thankful.
I did not, however, see the beard coming.
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I'm catching up on my blogs today, so just now seeing this. Love. This.
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