I still pinch myself that my backyard fallback for an empty fridge is this joint. #risottoballs
Aw, my dad as a little guy. Happy Father’s Day to the best of the best. Love you @pnwick!
Dinner is served.
She never sleeps up in bed, but we had a freaky early morning hail storm this morning, so here she is at bed time. My 11 year old babyface. I can’t stop the storms, but today I watched you swim in the Mississippi, gave you some of my Chinese takeout and then put the AC on 68. Then you got into bed with me. I swear if you stay up here and pant in the middle of the night, I will be pissed. (Dog owners know what I’m talking about.). But right now, I’ve never appreciated and loved Everly more. Ain’t no Sunday blues when she’s around. Yes, I realize I fully just wrote a love letter to my dog. Maybe you should too! ❤️#shewillbepantinginanhourandthiscutemomentwillresultinhersleepingoncoldslatekitchenfloor.
It was only last Saturday night we were walking the streets and bridges of London. A week after Manchester. The strength and resolve of that city and its people was palpable. Keep calm and carry on has become cliche, but London walks that walk; they invented it. And tomorrow morning, they will keep walking. There are many ways to resist. London resists by carrying on. Carry on. Bless you, London!