Last year at this time, I was just getting ready for ovulation. I remember thinking Thanksgiving was coming and that making a baby would be the greatest Thanksgiving gift. Funny enough, Cowboy and I were in Canada that week staying with his parents. We had sex on his sister's creaky bed in her old bedroom. I kept shushing him and laughing picturing his mom or younger brother walking through the door. The next day we had a quickie on the floor. We put pillows to block the door. Then we went downstairs for tea and brown bread like nothing had ever happened. That Thanksgiving weekend, Cowboy and I created a tiny miracle. Dillon. Who is now three months old and the happiest, sweetest little soul. I am so very thankful for him and all the smiles he brings in our home. Cashlin and Ava adore every inch of him. Cashlin tells me he just wants to eat Dillon up. Hmm, where does he get that from, I wonder??
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