Ld and I gave the girls umbrellas and the symbolism hasn't been lost on me. I've been lecturing myself to 'let a smile be your umbrella, on a rainy, rainy day' this whole winter.
Emer-dude. He can't navigate the complexities of umbrella opening yet.
He doesn't understand the rules to Don't Eat Pete either.
All in good time, Emer-dude. Next year you'll be a regular Gene Kelly, twirling your umbrella and stomp-splashing in the rain.
Nearly two whole weeks with our Megs and the kids. Emer started walking while here and Faye sang and sang to us. So glad to see these things in person. Facetime is great, but not nearly long enough.
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