I’m pretty sure that this is the first Mother’s Day in a few years that Doyle has been home. All the previous years, he was on travel overseas.
While getting ready to go to lunch, DJ ran upstairs yelling “HURRY! There is an emergency and you need to come downstairs NOW!”
I went downstairs to find the boys standing at the bottom of the stairs holding these.
The boys also gifted me with my favorite presents, handmade presents.
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