I love that look on Braeden's face. He is intently listening. It's a familiar look for me, the one who taught him 9 years of school. It's the way he looked in our nightly scripture reading time. And the way he looked when he and Adam were talking politics and Adam was explaining something that I didn't 100% understand.
But Braeden did.
I miss that kid. If he were here, I would first give him all the milk and cookies, milk and cereal and then glasses of milk he wanted. (The boy loves milk.) Then I would sit him down and listen to him.
I want to hear everything.
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