A Special Meeting

I forgot to post this back in July when it happened but I don't want to forget it. Bear is a fourth generation with his name, most go by their middle names. It was a fun day having all these boys together.

Bear, his daddy (Hubs), his Papa V & his Papaw.

He's so blessed to have such great guys in his life.

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