While picking up some things at the store for Daddy, Nate escaped from me. He ran full speed through the men's department, weaving in and out of racks giggling his head off and yelling "Yahoo!". I tried hard to put my stern, "we don't run in stores" face on but I don't think I was too successful. It was hard not to get caught up in his sheer joy when there was so many days I would have given anything to see him run and laugh like that. I know it's a privilege and I am so grateful. I love my little stinker!
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