I came home yesterday to find this lovely hand drawn (with crayons, no less) sign affixed over our front door bell. This is his 2nd week in the role of Mr. Mom, staying home to care for our lil' sweet potato while her school is closed for program and teacher development. He clearly has come to value uninterrupted nap times.
I'm a lover of life, both hopelessly hopeful, despite "reality," yet ridiculously rooted in "reality," painfully aware of human imperfection, refering to my own. This is me, as is... my honesty and a whole lotta silliness.