it’s father’s day. but you probably already knew that, eh? i ♥love♥ my Popi oh so much. terribly so much. but you probably already knew that of sorts….
happy dad’s day Popi.
there’s a girl walking around my kitchen, in my cashmere sweater and my pajamas, drinking tea. it’s my Lala. she’s still here. still home. i love her. did i mention she’s mine?
i secretly like it when you steal my food off my plate. sometimes.
Mr.Dante is sitting here surrounded by a lot of little (say it like this: lotalittle) cars. he is racing Miss Tandy. they’re arguing an awful lot. i hear, “WOW! 20 points….no…side-dinger….don’t steal my car!….16 points?!….that was 50 at least!…” i think it’s adorable.
when you kiss me in the morning and i pretend to be asleep, i’m really not.
i’m drinking Boyd’s Fine Tea: Black Tea right now. it tastes like happyness and rain and black tea. i like it.
i am so excited when you let me shift the stick in your car.
Franny just woke up. i have this feeling we are going to be late for Church.
i think it is infuriatingly cute when you beat around the bush on the answer to e.v.e.r.y question.
i think my life is priceless. and i’m not saying that because it’s catchy.
thank you Popi♥.
-Bella
