Little aitan spent the afternoon sleeping, but for a few minutes his adorable face said hello. Melissa wouldn't let me play paparazzi but like any decent paparazzo, I stole one. Ladies and gents, there's a future heartbreaker here.
After our fill of sun, we parted ways and headed home. I ate early dinner (bbq turkey burgs), took a sundrained cat nap, and then got my second wind. Randall and I had tickets for explosions in the sky at the fox over in Oakland. The show was great, they're fabulous live, and we all know I'm a sucker for an epic wall of sound. Plus, I have to admit, getting to the fox is super easy. I don't know why I always think it's a hassle. The train is practically across the street.
Speaking of trains this last photo is of the gentleman who told us the news about bin laden. He mentioned that he served 4 years, with nearly 3 in Kabul. He was fine at first, but as the news sank in, he was just overcome with emotion. It was touching, somewhat awkward, but totally touching. I would never have pegged him as ex-military, but I guess all kinds of people sacrifice so we can go about our Sundays. And yes, I thanked him and gave him a comforting shoulder squeeze when we got off the train. It was the least I could do.
Ps. There are real explosions in the sky in the neighborhood right now.
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