Party#2, for Son#2.
A small group of kids who had fun.
Son#2 came home tired, a good sign.
Bless the husband for his patient chatter with the friends and for coming along.
Yesterday, I sat glued to the TV watching the bombings in Brussels unfold.
It's just an hour and a half from where we live.
Those poor people.
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