Sixth day of 2010
My most favorite 18 month old finally moved up to my room. She took her first nap there and was so excited that she kept holding my hand and touching my face. That’s what reminds me I’m where I should be.
Went to Short North Tavern where the bartender pretended that someone else that wasn’t him bought us shots and then sang En Vogue’s “Don’t Let Go” at Oldfield’s and smoked a Black & Mild. Perfect.
