We sure are missing Matt, but life is moving along at a fast pace. We arrived at my dad's house this afternoon, and the Bunny went digging through my old stuff. She tried on my ball gowns. They fit. This is impossible.
Unacceptable. Growing up too fast. Too beautiful. The shoes don't even fit.
Wait a minute... she gets the dresses and I get 20 year old shoes?
Then, we had some great mural painting, thanks to Grandad. Isn't he the coolest grandad ever, to sacrifice a wall for art?