"Me, you Daddy and baby, white shirts"

Most nights around here, after Heath gets home from work and supper has been eaten, my lil' man says these words in his sweet little voice. He loves that Daddy, Baylen and himself all have on white undershirts, and he wants them to be seen. So Daddy takes off his work shirt, I strip B down to his onesie and Cash plays in his undershirt. It really is the little things that make the memories.