Sorry for the unannounced, but sorely needed break in writing letters to you. Perhaps, there will be more on that later. Perhaps not.
For now, I'll just dip my toes back in with a glimpse into our afternoon.
Bel, ever the artist. I don't know when you learned to draw things. I turn to get you an afternoon snack and before you know it, there's a chicken on our table.
And, Danjo, ever the unconventional child, prefers body art. Also, enjoys nudity and jumping off of things.
Twenty-five year old Danjo, I believe that was your personal ad I just wrote.