big, brown eyes...

I couldn't help myself. I had to have a post exclusively about Little Mister.

A couple days away and time for myself is necessary, I realize. And don't get me wrong, I've loved every second of sitting waist-deep in the river with a cold beer in my hand, good company around me and old country music playing in the background. But I also have moments where suddenly I think of him and those big, brown eyes...
and I just want to squeeze him.

Incredibly grateful for my Labor Day weekend. But I'm anxious to get my hands on this kid.