notes from home

Little things to look at.




Epicness.




We had a quiet weekend. Re-arranged some things. De-dogged the house. Slept a little late (no dog to let out or feed) and celebrated Youngest's sixteenth birthday.
That's something, isn't it?
16.
He could drive - if he wanted to, and it seems like he was a little kid just a few months ago.
He gets stellar grades, amazing reports from his teachers and does brilliant graphic design work.
This summer, he will attend Art School a few blocks away from my office and I'm looking forward to walking downtown with him.
He's a great guy, our Youngest: a loyal friend, a loving brother and son and a fine young man.
Sixteen!