One Sunday Tanner and I, along with the other members of the Jensen side, were able to spend the afternoon at my sister's house. As the afternoon went on, slowly one after another of us fell into the Sunday nap tradition.
B and I were the last of the people awake as I got comfy on the couch; I too finally gave in to my heavy eyes. I was in the half awake-half asleep phase where you can hear things going on around you but aren't really conscience. I could hear drawers opening and paper crumpling and wondered what B was up to. Eventually I woke up to find this piece of paper gently resting on my lap.
Guess what letter this little guy learned this week? K for auntie Kristyn.
Tell me, how can this not melt your heart?
