Teresa and I are having coffee in the kitchen with the balcony door open. The sounds of seagulls and church bells are filtering in, along with some beautiful fresh air and the actual feeling of sunshine on our skin. I feel a little giddy.
It never ceases to amaze me how many people, when I'm spelling my last name to them over the phone, ask, "Did you say 'N?' 'NcQuern?'" Yeah, my last name is NcQuern. In defiance of linguistics and all surname conventions, I changed the M to an N just to make myself seem more interesting. Now let's go to NcDonald's and have some NcNuggets. And don't forget to invite Nelissa and Nichael, naybe they'd like a snack, too.
Teresa had a musician friend visit us, and he showed us this video. This little boy really wants to meet Paul McCartney, and in the meantime, he's killing me with his adorableness: