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A photo of my boo, every week, in the year 2015.  See more here.

We spend a lot of time in our yard these days. If you are upset, we go outside and all is better. 
You pick teeny tiny wild violets and offer them to Hank.  
You find a piece of wood and carry it all around.  
You pick up little rocks and carry them tightly in your fists. 
You point up to the sky at a bird, and mimic the dog barking next door.  
You find your ball and say "Ball! Ball! Ball! Ball!"