At least it seems to these days.
Poor Cuyler. Every airplane that flies overhead. Every train that travels past. Every drawer that slides open. Every pair of feet running down the stairs.
That maybe…just maybe…he’ll get to see one of these:
FOUR nights of fireworks and toss in a couple of thunderstorms. Good times.
We’re just thrilled that Daddy was back from his trip to help us get through it all!