When the last snow falls and green life starts popping up, I get excited for our annual visit the baby lambs. There’s nothing like doing traditions with you two that my mom used to do with me. They didn’t bring lambs to the land across the street this year, but a field less than a mile away had some so one day when Dad was home, we went and visited them. Lyla, you got so excited to see them. You would gasp and say “awe cute” at the baby lambs. You’d also point out the mommy and daddy lambs. Charlotte was sleeping this trip but We visited the lambs a few other times after that because you both loved them. You pointed and squawked to tell use that you were taking in those little furry creatures. There’s few things cuter than a brand new baby lamb. A field just down from our church had a bunch so we stopped there a few times.
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