We spent our weekend in Williamsburg, Virginia. The Buchanan three: an excited father who just wanted to share all the facts on everything Williamsburg, a sad teething baby who just wanted to practice crawling, and an exhausted mother who just wanted to smell all the handmade soaps. We eventually gave in to the baby’s squirms and sat our butts in the grass to let Gus pet the grass and crawl around. And for a little while, August didn’t even seem to remember his two tiny terrible teeth. This made us all happy.
And from out there on the grass, with a happy little guy discovering his shadow and a man who makes fatherhood look so handsome, I say you are welcome, Williamsburg. Maybe after we have all of our teeth and enough money to buy all the soaps. we’ll grace you with our presence again.