Nobody loves like a Canadian.
Last year I posted about waking up to find my sons silk-screening T-shirts and dressing in full Canadiana to spend the day frolicking at the festivities. Click here to see last year's post.
This year my youngest son wanted to make a shirt for his love and he did a great job cutting out the stencil, then printing it.
They printed two of her shirts and he, being the ultimate gentleman, modeled it for us.
I've come to the realization that he has gained my aptitude of goofing off in photos. I guess I won't be showing that photo to his grandma.
One thing I'm really grateful for today is that he and her are like two peas in a pod. Even despite being the old cynic I am, I'd swear they were made for each other. He takes really good care of her and she puts up with his nonsense, a LOT of nonsense. But I'm so happy for them. They've been strong for over a year now and she feels like part of the family. She is such a sweet girl and I'm happy to have her.
