This photo was when my baby boy Mike was about fourteen months old. We were at the airport leaving for Oregon. He wore his red plaid suit, shoes to match, red shirt and a sweet, but sad smile. That little guy was always the best dressed little boy in the neighborhood and all the new parents wanted his hand me downs. Wish I had some now for his new baby to be. Then there he is at fifteen shoveling our drive-way, a long way to go. Like becoming a man, joining the Army, and later moving, and then marriage.
Come Spring that little boy, will have his own little b..uh b....baby. I do still have one set of Mike's old clothes. With permission I can cut down his old Army uniform. Well Mike?
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