Yesterday, my lil' Jellybean squeals in the car while on our way home, "My Grandpa Billy is my
great-grandpa and he's Popa's daddy! And I love him! And my Popa, he is
MY Popa! And Popa is YOUR daddy, and Popa, he's MY grandpa! And I LOVE
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.