My baby, my book

My daughter’s roommate took this picture and I absolutely love it. My book, her face = perfection.

Grown up

I’m too proud for words. I’d like to think I had something to do with how amazing this guy turned out, but I’m pretty sure it was all him.

Days and years

What is they say about raising kids? The days are long but the years are short. It’s true. Impossibly true.