Behold:
Yes, his name: Domiciano. The name of a cruel Roman emperor, but this boy is anything but. Or is he?
Domi, our ferocious little bambino italiano, loves, loves, love the cats. And riding on tractors. And helping out on the farm. And setting the table. That is definitely his thing.
He doesn't like most music that was played, and made funny faces at it, and if I may wax a bit poetical here, during those times, we said nothing to each other, but communicated everything that ever was and will be in this starry world.
I don't really know what else to say. Except that he's perfect. And that I was gushing like a teenage-girl-meeting-her-favorite-rock-star when I finally got the courage to ask dear Domi for this foto.
I seriously cannot wait to see how this kid grows up. I really hope he never stops playing with the cats. And keeps studying el castellano.
2 comments:
he is so adorably wonderful -- you are so adorably wonderful!
also, what kind of music was played?
aw, thank you claire! everything from jazz to italian pop. although once, some sort of flamenco-ish thing was played, and he really surprised me by showing great like for it. oh, domi...
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