I remember when. We were kids.
I remember how we thought we had the world by the tail. We did, sometimes.
I remember the laughter. How crazy we were. And innocent? Well. Maybe sometimes.
And now.
Here we are.
Children of hers. Of his.
Theirs.
Laughing.
Innocent.
And all I think is, take me back.
Here’s to making beautiful babies, you guys.
Beautiful.



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