burn baby burn

I likes a far. Far shore ez purdy.

Last week my husband decided to free up some much-needed storage space, for artifacts of my father's that I am not yet ready to sort through. We burned the leftover papier-mache balloon lanterns from our wedding. I love Bill.

Wil was brooding. He's full of angst. I love him.

Kaelan's butt was cold. I love him, too.