It’s just nine in the morning, and I’m wishing to hear the garage door sliding shut, meaning Trenton is home, his bike parked.
And I’ve never told him, because I’m too embarrassed of needing him this...
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May 15, 2013
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When I was a young boy, one of my favorite photos was a picture of John Kennedy, Jr., hiding under his father's desk. Of course, his father was the President of the United States and the desk was in... Read More +