“Little girl, move it over, I am 19 and me bones need the sunshine.”
“Babe, I’m 5 now, I’ll soak up the sun and cuddle you, how’s that?”
“Yes, yes. Whatever.”
My fluffy son turned 19 this week and today is 3 years since I hijacked my girlfriend off the porch. I didn’t want him to be alone after he lost his bro, I didn’t want her to live on the streets. No matter what happens in life, every day they are my dream come true.