Yesterday Andy and Sarah came up to visit and to get some things out of the storage shed. It was fun to have them. Andy was looking through his baby box and it brought back some of the most tender moments. He was such a cute little boy and always had such deep thoughts. Like this one when he was 4 years old, on Mar. 25, 1992:
Andy: Mom, if a bull stepped on me, would I be dead?
Mom: It depends on where it stepped on you.
Andy: Yea. If it stepped on my blood vessel, I'd be dead meat, huh?
He used to love to lay on the bed by me and just talk. After his dad died, he seemed to have such an understanding of where his dad was and was so matter-of-fact about it all. He's such a sweetheart. Love ya, Andy.
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1 comment:
he was such a cute little guy. i can just totally picture him asking something like that. thats so cute.
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