My husband looks like Andrea Bochelli. They are both Italian. He's got the same wavy, salt and pepper hair, the same scruffy beard, the same suit -wait - not the suit. I've only seen my husband in a suit once: at our wedding. And maybe his grandmother's funeral. Then there's the small issue that DH can't sing. But he can see. So there are subtle differences, but the resemblance is a bit uncanny, don't you think?
And it's all over! The happiness is crazy and the thankfulness is huge.
Went down with Husband, picking up Daughter on the way.
Beautiful, beautiful morning....
1 comment:
Too funny! I love it.
Ann
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