This?
This makes me cry. With joy. With grief. With gratitude.
(You can join in too. I’d love it if you would. So would Tanner. Because it’s silly, and happy, and fun, and because it’s for him.)
This?
This makes me cry. With joy. With grief. With gratitude.
(You can join in too. I’d love it if you would. So would Tanner. Because it’s silly, and happy, and fun, and because it’s for him.)
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