A little snack before the promised buffet of enough pictures to make your eyes roll to the back of your head. You'll probably consider begging for mercy. It is my right to torture you (him) this way but you get to ask him about a mullet, so fair game, right?
You may want to wait until you get home to look though...I don't know if you got travel insurance and we don't want your ovaries exploding out-of-country, do we? Darling Son, I can hear you groaning, FFS Mother!
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Son, think of these years as the finding out part.
Lady J, here's a glimpse of your beloved, the early years:
Enjoy the rest of your trip! Please give him a hug and tell him I love him, beyond...xox