Daddy holding his boy.
Daddy holding his boy.
Kyra was supposed to be getting Owen to sleep, not the other way around.
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In my favorite poem by Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay, he reminds us that like the seasons of nature, life is one season melting into another, and quickly fading away. This is my attempt to document each season in my life and my family.
