holidays

flying cross country,

Phinnie on my lap.

doesn’t get much better than this,

‘cept

his little green sock sticking out below the blanket

matches my Celtics sweatshirt

crossover dribble teething wets em both

a sunset (or an axe murderer) is fascinating to a three month old’s eyes,

‘cept

shrieks of joy,

head bobs of glee,

eyes wide with wonder,

My God, he is made for you,

‘cept you’re not here.