Two soccer games, a confetti (Thank You God it wasn’t glitter) bomb, a lovingly prepared picnic at Winterthur, a visit with my grandparents, and an evening fire made for the best Father’s Day ever.
The healing journey of a widowed, unschooling badass in Delaware.
Two soccer games, a confetti (Thank You God it wasn’t glitter) bomb, a lovingly prepared picnic at Winterthur, a visit with my grandparents, and an evening fire made for the best Father’s Day ever.