#onlycertainty

     Everything they had, they’d built with their bare hands. Anne was a new mother at first, with a sleeping infant held to her breast and hardly much help to him when she had to stop to fuss over their son. Everything that had come after, she’d had every part in. Looking over it all, something swells in her chest. A good kind of ache that is light and lovely, and makes her feel dizzyheaded and giddy. James is in the process of lugging two chairs onto the porch and as Anne shifts their son to a better position on her hip, she is quick to shoot him a grin. “Matchin’ chairs, Jim? We’re really gettin’ old now. Next we’ll have matchin’ blankets fer our laps ‘n matchin’ walkin’ sticks.”     /    @onlycertainty​.

     “Ever considered that’s because it’s a lobster and not a ... furr..rat? It’s a lobster, James.”

   is there anywhere else you would like me to put it sir i can stick it in your mouth if ye’d like ;)

          @onlyliberty​ / @onlycertainty​ - consider this the start of many three character things Hera.

“Not to judge your sense of direction, but something tells me we’re going the wrong way.”

         can you even carry me in that?--

@onlycertainty​ /  🔥

“ hey---if you let me look at the gun I won't tell anybody. ” he thinks he's smart. no no . . . a GENIUS. “ . . . please? ”