It was my daughter's last day of kindergarten last Friday. There was no boo-hoo-ing this day, although we did cry on the first day of K. Or should I say sob. I held it together that morning, I was the mountain. The husband was gushing fountain. Very sweet--that means that he adores her. Just like he adores his dog, who he just recently started calling by MY term of endearment.
Anyways, recent images of life here in this hemisphere!
