I read this quote today (Elisabeth Stone? But who really knows who says anything these days, eh?)
I know that it is completely and utterly cheeseballs, but it sums up exactly how I feel about Ramona. It is like becoming a mother just tore my whole soul open, made my feelings raw. To hear her laugh means heart exploding joy. And heart aching sadness when her snot and tears dampen my shoulder.
I’m just going to crunch up her happy little self right now.
This picture is Tim and Ramona on Cooks Beach, New Zealand. Fish n chips, sand castles, ice cream. (All gave Ramona equal eating pleasure.) Lush memories.