N is for Love
N is really for Norway, but I moved there for love.
Reader, I married him.
Saturday, 23 June 2012
Saturday snapshot: one where I pretend to be a holy madonna with child, but fail, but I do have a little baby.
Look at me, I'm all beseeching. Or supplicant. Or something that I know what it means.
That little baby is a lot bigger now. Lucky he is still awfully sweet.
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