More pictures of cute Ben. I think he was around 2 years old in these pictures. He was easier to throw over my shoulder back then. I could fit his whole body onto my lap. This was probably my favorite age because I carried him everywhere. I cleaned with him in my arms, I cooked with him over my shoulder, I typed letters on the computers while he was on my lap. I could do anything and everything. And then he continued to grow. But how I wouldn't change anything about his growth because that meant he was still with me, I just couldn't carry him as easily, but I still did it. Even up to the very last night....I carried him.
I miss you more and love you deeper.