Rainy

It’s 1:13am, Cady. It’s a rare thundery, rainy October night here at the house, and you’re sleeping like a…well…a baby. I’m thinking of you. I love you, and I hope we have a lot of fun tomorrow. -Daddy

Stuffed up

Poor Cady is all stuffed-up from allergies again…forced to breathe out of her mouth furiously between bites at lunch.