These are the sweetest days. I remind myself: these are the sweetest days.
I’m tired. Nights are long & mornings are early.. giving me just a few hours to sleep. But I remember – its a blur and then these first days are gone.
I want to savor them. What if this was the last time to love on a little Underwood?
<Jameson talks to Colette in a high pitch voice and tells her about the world>
I’m slowing down.