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Jack was "unexpected". We didn't plan to get pregnant with him when we did. I think it was because he was up in heaven, watching these 2 brothers have a great time together. And decided he couldn't wait to come down and join in the fun.

Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero.
Marc Brown


NEVA said…
Awwwwww I love those boys! So cute!
Alifinale said…
I love those pictures and love what you said. You have a way with words. I love it. THank you!
grandma jojo said…
Cute brothers. Next year Jack will be out there with them. I love those boys too!
Laura said…
Ohhhh, they are adorable!
RACHIE said…
Is Max seriously that old? Holy Cow! I am sure he is a super sweet older brother. You have some darn cute boys.
Katie said…
You have got the cutest, sweetest boys ever. So lucky! P.S., sad we didn't talk very much last night but it was way fun (and also, now I won't be the only one who stands up at the neighborhood party for the "I've never been to a country concert").
Joey Romine said…
Future husbands of a couple of the Romine Girls!
Mandee said…
Joey Romine,

You promise?! Because that would be a dream come true for us... next to having you guys as neighbors again... when is THAT going to happen???????
Aimee said…
I just love those Grant Kids!

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