Perspective is everything.
Rainy night, smokey bbq, a side-of-the-road guitar and a popa willing to sing "twinkle, twinkle"
... to the beat of her own drum.
Sibling love bomb = mama heart explosions. Best equation ever.
"Come inside my house, mama!" - imagination at its finest.
His favourite song at the moment is Riptide by Vance Joy. I downloaded the lyrics so he could sing along... Sometimes at night we recite them together in the dark before he closes his eyes. I get a lump in my throat cause I know he's gonna get the words right.
Little grubby face - the sign of a good day.