We'll be together one day. I will live in one of your quaint colonial houses and my babies will ride their bicycles up and down your cobblestone streets. I'll learn how to skillfully navigate a roundabout and drive on your highways without resorting back to my lamaze breathing. If you want, I'll even love the Red Sox and speak without using the letter R. And one day, when I'm old and gray, I'll sit on a bench in your Public Garden and we'll watch the swan boats go around the pond, listen to the quacking of the Duck Tours, and we'll reminisce about all our good times together.
Cheeseball in the Public Garden:
Clapping together:
Kisses:
Chillin':
Trying to keep up with Big Sis:
Chasing ducks:
Hayden loves Boston, too:
Claire on the Make Way for Ducklings statue:
On the swan boats:
Tuckered out:
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