It's the afternoon before my boy has to leave and I just can't get enough of him. Your babies never stop being your babies. Even though he's 33, I still had to hug him, kiss his cheeks, and drink in my baby's smell.
It's 5:30 a.m. and Jerr takes his morning coffee in the garage while he packs his stuff in the van.
I promised little Bub he could go to the airport with us. You can see in his little face that he's tired and sad. This little guy really loves his Jerr.
Jerr and Dad say farewell...
And Mom just can't let go......
What comes after?
11 years ago
Awwww....that's all I can say. (Oh, and he's 32. I know, it's easy to lose track) LOL.
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