Neon Sign Lighting Up My Morning Commute
I spent most of my morning commute chatting with a woman from my shul who was bringing her utterly ADORABLE six-week-old daughter to Boston Common. Hebrew conversation interspersed with cooing. *melts*
(For those not getting the neon sign reference, that was a comment by terriqat that I have one such sign above my head that says how much I want to be a father.)
(For those not getting the neon sign reference, that was a comment by terriqat that I have one such sign above my head that says how much I want to be a father.)