The little things. I took you on a stroller ride to Grammy and Grampas this weekend Ryker, and I just soaked you up. The way your baby blonde hair was blowin in the wind. You are such a sweetie :)
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Growing up, I always looked forward to a new spring outfit in my Easter Basket. Since Auntie Jenny, Uncle Jed, and thier dogs were back this wknd , we celebrated Easter a little early. You got a new puppy dog outfit in your basket and in fact, you have worn it two days in a row. You love it!
Here's you in your puppy outfit with Grammy and Grampa. . .Grammy took you on the porch swing while we rounded up the troops. . .
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and Grampa made you smile. . .
Sweet lil Ryker.
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