Love love love

Every night, Sawyer wants me to scratch his back and sing him a song. (God bless his love-triumphs-over-tone spirit.) So, he and Ridge are sharing a bed on vacation and tonight I went to scratch and sing and Ridge pops out of his spot in the bed. I assumed he was running from my singing voice. He started scratching my back and said, "I think you like this too." he is going to make a fine husband one day. Here is what we get to wake up to.



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