If these walls could talk… 
they’d tell about the time  
 
jett learned to walk,  
and tim first began to talk  
 
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 
that moment that shook us to our core 
 
backyard slip-n-slides  
endless neighborhood bike rides 
 
puppy dogs, 
buried frogs 
 
baby grayden’s first haircut 
buddy, the world’s greatest mutt 
 
brody learning to shovel snow 
how we mark each time we grow 
 
welcoming andy and nicole 
finally feeling close to whole (again) 
 
moms spaghetti  
dad so often working and sweaty 
 
holidays and traditions 
dreams that came to fruition 
 
telephone cords overstretched  
g, l, k, g, t, j – 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹  
 

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