Dustin is sick. He went to bed early and after Ry and I finished eating he wanted to go tell Papa to get well soon. I walk in there after him and see that he is crying. I asked him what was wrong and got this answer..."I'm just so sad that Pop is sick. I do not like him to be sick."
What. A. Sweetheart.
Sometimes, he leaves me speechless...in a good way.
Get well soon, Papa!
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