My Boy’s 38!
See, John’s always been cute, inside and out. He was five when the riding lawn mower picture was taken with his Papaw. They were best buddies. He died before we had a chance to meet down here. (Sorry the pictures on the right are cropped. Don’t know why.)
While I was clubbing my poor sister with a pitching wedge, John was becoming an Eagle Scout. Tell me he ain’t workin’ that khaki. The quilted jacket is so hot.
Happy birthday to the reason I have Lost in Love as one of my ringtones.