Monday, March 2, 2009

I walked by the girls' bedrooms yesterday. Dwayne was putting the last coat of pink on Norah's walls and whistling to the song that happened to be on the radio: Tattoo by Jordan Sparks. This scene was extremely funny to me, but also very endearing. Pink paint on his work pants today, Jordan Sparks melodies tomorrow... I pray he will always be real and relevant like this to his little women.

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