|Chilling at the Museum|
On Sunday, we mostly hung out so that Blake and Allie could hold hands. Whenever Blake would dare to try to use his arm for anything other that cuddling with Allie, she would dramatically grab his hand and lead it back to the proper cuddling position.
|"OMG! Did she really just text us that?"|
|Cuddling with my Auntie|
|"HAAATTT!!!" That's what Allie would say every time she looked at Blake.|