The little one is Italian. Or something.

We have made it home with a small creature I believe is also known as my son.


Whew. I said it. “Son.” {and it felt good.}


I’ll be adding different posts in the coming days, but right now I’m working off of just a few hours of sleep in the last days, plus my inexplicable reactions to narcotics.


I wasn’t meant to be a druggie. It doesn’t suit me.


So, if you’ll be patient for just a little while longer (feel free to read previous “favorite posts” in the meantime) I’m going to just say, “Hi!” and leave you with this photo:



Yep. That’s my kid. He’s channeling his inner Godfather before we head home in Stella the Suburban.


How much do you love that?


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