November 25

It was a quiet day before the day before Thanksgiving: just Starbucks, a walk around the 'hood with my hunny, and then dinner with said-hunny and Brady.

We don't have a lot of meals with just-Brady, but I suppose the days are coming when they'll be much more the norm than the exception. Still, it was fun to sit there with him while we ate. He showed off his very blistered hands --because I guess that's what happens when you have two consecutive days of poorly attended batting practice: lots and lots of swings-- and made us laugh at his sardonic wit more than once. 

So for those moments with him when he still has vestiges of a little-kid face, I am grateful.