I come across pictures all the time. Old ones. Taken back before life got really interesting with four kids.
I usually find them all crumpled up under a couch or stashed in between the pages of an old book.
Sometimes a corner is ripped off. A sign that my oldest, who is autistic and adores photos of his family, has treasured it and hidden it away for anot…
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