Three Saturday things.

1. This smile. Watching the boy learn to walk as he pushes his little gators around the house. The joy. The glee. The smile. Oh goodness, the smile. My heart melts, time and time again.


2. In non-heart melting news, this beer tastes like butt. Shockingly, it’s priced to match.


3. We have nothing scheduled for Sunday other than some grocery shopping, a walk outside, and perhaps some yoga. It is glorious, so very, very glorious.

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