Backpacks, Bus Stops, and Borrowed Time
Backpacks, Bus Stops, and Borrowed Time I cried while taking pictures of my oldest son on the first day of his senior year of high school. Not because he was a senior. Not because summer had come to an end. Not because I wasn’t ready for him to grow up (well kind of).. I cried
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