The little boy who would wake up early, climb out of bed and pitter-patter across the hardwood to climb under the covers with me... he’s a teenager now.
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The 5 lb 13 ounce peanut who arrived five weeks early and almost didn’t survive his first night...
The tiny little one who I would sing to sleep on my shoulder...
A teenager.
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When kids are little, people say “Don’t worry, it gets better.”
I never needed it to get better.
I loved when he was just a tiny bundle swaddled and asleep in my lap as I stayed up all night watching movies as his mom slept.
I loved the 2s, 3s and 4s. I have loved it all.
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My understanding is that Trump basically “lent” money to his Scottish golf courses for “improvements” and then upped the claimed value of the courses to offset the debt without making any readily apparent significant improvements.