I feel so MUCH about this day. I have so very much to say. At least I think I do. But my fingers aren't finding the keyboard. This day is a contemplation. I can't interfere with that yet. Perhaps tomorrow.
Suffice to say that I am extremely self-congratulatory; I've never felt a bigger sense of accomplishment. Ever. I feel like the Olympics theme song should be playing throughout the land with me today. Buckaroo is my giggling, slobbering, glorious, ridiculous trophy of life.
Ok, ok, ok, enough. Here's a pic of him swinging on a swingset for the first time, last week.
He laughed til he cried on this thing. It was a condensed version of the whole absurd adventure here.
Glory, glory hallelujah. Good night.
Happy Birthday, Buckaroo!!
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