An inexpert, inexperienced, un-authoritative, enamored view of life.
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
One of the best things my Dad did for me growing up - which partially shaped my regard for myself - was the way he lit up when I walked in the room. Now from one moment to the next he doesn't remember I'm here. So, he gives me this same look of delight pretty much every time he closes his eyes and opens them again.