It’s by no mistake God made Tate cute. It keeps him alive they say. No really, like this week when I searched with a neighbor for 10 minutes and couldn’t find you anywhere. I was just about to threaten you with 911 when you came out of hiding. I drove around the neighborhood and searched high and low for you. And there you sat so, so, quietly by Ms. Stacey’s sofa. I’ll never know how you stayed that quiet, I didn’t know it was possible for a four-year-ld. But, I’m happy I found you, cause I can’t imagine our family without you. You. little. stinker. you!
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