There's J-Blue. She has the letters "JB" hanging from a ceiling fan in her room at home, not in honour of that annoying boy-star, but because she's J-Blue. We talked about Important Things. Friends. Future. Memories. "Remember when you painted that tree in my room?" Yes. Yes I do. Only for any of these 3 would I attempt artistry of that magnitude.
The Punk brought me flowers for no apparent reason. He and Spike were happy to run errands a couple of times on the weekend, because it meant the Punk could drive. He's been driving for a year. He's all casual about it. He also plays Dutch Blitz in slow-motion and beats us all every time.
The Bean built a shelf that had been unassembled in a box since just after Christmas. Because he can. He's been building things since just after he exited the womb. He's also teaching himself to play piano. We took them for Vietnamese food, and he decided that using chopsticks should also be one of his skills.
I'm just going to sit here for awhile and gaze at these captured moments.
I'll catch up with you later, OK?