I
could brag on Bright and all the amazing and talented and way-before-his-years things that he does and says, but nobody likes that kind of mom. So I will show you this picture instead.
Bright was doing his "jet run" from one end of the hospital lobby to the other (a kid's gotta exercise, does he not?) and he tripped over his own feet and went airborne, crashing into this beautiful potted poinsettia.
Also to pass the time while we waited on Brave to be let out of Bumrungrad International, I took to doodling. I have not doodled since junior high, but as Bright was resting I attempted to draw his likeness. A bit scary, but I think I got the eyes right:)
