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
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
Watching a little tv with a worn-out kiddo.
Cady, explaining some things about the moon to me.
The title and the picture say it all.
Poor Cady is all stuffed-up from allergies again…forced to breathe out of her mouth furiously between bites at lunch.