Last night I was singing a good-night song to Gibson. Palmer was sitting nearby and I told him how I used to have to sing "This Little Light of Mine" EVERY night for him. He smiled and quietly said, "Those were the old days." Then he said, "Those were back when Walker lived here." I stifled a giggle and agreed, "yep." His final question: "Will I always be older than Walker?"
Walker Forsyth is Palmer's good friend who just moved to Louisiana this past summer. We miss that family terribly!
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