Mallory met her dad for breakfast on Sunday and before we knew it, it was time for her to leave.
We cracked each other up and laughed all weekend, making up a silly word-association type of game that had us both belly-laughing so hard, it hurt. I really needed my Mallory this weekend. Thank you Sweetie, for making the trip home.
You got yer home work, yer home sickness, yer home on the range, yer home sweet home... (for Mallory)