Liam was so little, yet still so funny. Here, he's making the whole group laugh (well, Hunter's preoccupied) with his antics.
So is hiking, birding, botanizing, and rolling around in the joy of Appalachian Ohio, summer or winter.
And I'm paying for it now, having reverted to my usual fare of dry sticks, nuts and berries, yet still dreaming of the doughy-soft inner core of those cinnamon rolls. I think my scale is busted. Stuck.
Wing Night, January 2017, Bill's grilling artistry in five flavor combos.
They, of course, worked off any excess with fully-revved metabolisms, bouncy vigor and a cheerful video coach named Mr. Millionaire or something like that. A workout like that: not remotely in the cards for me.
When Corey's here, we do things we wouldn't ordinarily, like convene at Whit's Frozen Custard for a mid-afternoon treat.
It's not all about sugar. Mostly it's about sweetness. The love that flows between these kids lifts us all to a higher place.