Good Hair Day?
Quilly | March 10, 2008
Today, every half-hour or so, Chez would look up from whatever he was doing, see me across the room, and his face would suddenly light with joy. He’d dash to me, declare jubilantly in his high squeaky voice, I love you!, then hug and/or kiss me, before bounding away as quickly as he’d arrived. Today, [...]
O’Ceallaigh & The Quill
