Now that Jonah is 11 years old, he’s thinking about calling me “Mom”. That feels very strange.
How time flies. Today is Jonah’s 11th birthday.
One of things that I have noticed is how much more bundled up people here dress. It’s a beautiful sunny day, blue skies, in the low fifties, and people are wearing wool coats, scarves, gloves, hats and all. And then there’s this.
Two flip sides of the same billboard.