Heads, Drool, and Limp Bodies… Some Things Never Change

Yesterday as we were walking on 12 South and he was all but drooling on my shoulder, Heather yelled…”STOP!!!”

She snapped a picture and then started digging on her iPhone.
She pulled up that original picture.

Most days I forget he’s adopted.
I think that’s kinda the point.
Cause I can’t remember not ever having him.

Here’s to hoping they never stop resting their heads on our shoulders…
No matter how big their domes get…
It’s better that way…
Los