donuts with dad.

every fall.

at the biggins' school

sam looks forward to it the most.

the boys ate 2 donuts each.

tom had coffee.

in the 6 years we have been going,

i'm not sure he has ever had a donut...

well maybe just the hole.

 

 

 

yes, he is naked.

yes, he is outside.

yes, his momma followed him out with her camera.

isn't that how you chase wild bunnies at your house?

this is what big built today before church.

he was one when the towers fell.

he doesn't remember it first hand.

but is now old enough to know what happened.

the day.

the tragedy.

the loss.

the pointless why.

he doesn't remember the fear we all felt...

the waiting.

wondering what else was coming.

he knows today is special.

he gets why we dressed in red, white, and blue.

did his best to explain it to his brothers.

he is doing his part...

to never forget.

 

apple turnovers for breakfast.

a walk down the street.

stopping to listen to the garbage men.

popsicles on the way back.

part of the saturday morning routine.

decisions...

decisions.

hard to decide when they are just your size.