Another school year is about to begin. Beckett is headed to Pre-K. He's such a little man now. Josh was just saying how hard it is to pick him up and isn't sure if he can carry him on his shoulders much longer. As long as I can, I'll still squeeze his cheeks, kiss his forehead and smell his hair when I say goodnight. I no longer try and put his little feet in my mouth.
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