Micah's voice is changing. It's changing. He's my youngest. The only one who can answer the phone with that young sounding voice. Those days are numbered.
Carson is getting his driver's license. He works. He likes girls. He likes girls very much. He pointed out a house to me a few days ago and said, "I know who lives there. They have a daughter my age." I laughed and said, "I bet you know every girl your age for a mile around our house." To which he replied with a grin, "Three miles."
Dakota is already grown. I've faced that already.
This just has to slow down somehow. Sigh.
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