There’s only one man out there who will make his love a chocolate cake, then send her a way from a disastrous kitchen (which he will make spic and span after he puts the kids to bed) to go shopping at Nordstroms for my first non-nursing [unmentionable] in 6 years or so.
This man.
And sorry, ladies. He’s mine.
Wesley grabbed my wine glass when Dwayne took this picture of my and my boy. Like I’m going to share a good shiraz. Please.
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