Zachary graduates Sunday. Oh he who, at age 5, wandered off in the National Museum of Art and was found explaining a painting to a security guard.
Finishing up school this year, and so glad to report that I'm going back next year. Happiness.
Thinking about summer. Torn between two extremes.
Planning it all out to the last minute
not making a single stinking plan.
Maybe there is a happy medium.
Here's a happy puppy:
I had forgotten all about that episode in the art museum. Funny little kid! Please blog about his little sayings to Dad and his different life characters!
I just adore this pic of Sarah and your description just brought back those sweet baby dayz. Can't recall the telling of the painting tho and that makes me sad. So glad I have you to remember things I can't.
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