Sunday, May 15, 2011
Abram is at my shoulder threatening to throw his shoes at my head.
Abram was sent to the head master's office at preschool twice as a result of throwing punches.
Abram terrorizes Rosemary incessantly.
On Easter, my father was sustained as a bishop at BYU, as a result, Abram became very familiar with the HFAC hallways while in time-out.
Abram cries. A lot.
Abram yells. A lot.
Abram tells me I'm pretty. A lot.
Abram says he loves me. All the time.
Abram loves his little sister, occasionally.
And while watching a movie, I caught them holding hands.
And as my friend said: It's hard to be mad at him when he's so good looking.
It's a good thing you came with those big brown eyes Abram.