My Little Cub…

"What song do you want to dance to?" asks Oldest Chicken. He's referring to the mother-son tradition. His wedding is little more than a week away. We spend hours on the hunt. Feeling quite Goldilocks-ish. This one is too hard. This one is too soft. Seems finding the one that's "just right" should strike me … Continue reading My Little Cub…

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