Friday, February 13, 2009

My husband never moved growing up

His parents built this house with their own two hands. About thirty years ago. Last night our son was playing with this:

This morning my husband found it on our bed. He asked were it came from. I said little John had found it somewhere. My husband just smiled and put it back down. This happens often you see. Little John will end up with something that his daddy played with when he was little. Mixed in the toy bins here at Grandma's house the old mingles with the new. I love it. My son loves it too because as you can see, it's like finding little treasures.

P.S. Happy Valentine's Day!

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