Il semble que la perfection soit atteinte non quand il n'y a plus rien à ajouter, mais quand il n'y a plus rien à retrancher.

You cannot tell me that this is anything but the face of a pure little angel sent from heaven to make us all look bad in comparison.

Ever since Ezra arrived on the scene, I find myself searching out all of these magnificent exhibitions and events, but inevitably leave bitterly disappointed. I went to the Louvre, and stormed out and spat on the ground outside in disgust. I went to the Grand Canyon and as soon as we got there I knew it was wrong and just turned right back around and headed home. Finally, I thought that I'd go and see the beauty of the Great Barrier Reef, but the day was a bit overcast, there was a bit of a sea breeze and there were sharks everywhere and honestly, next to Ezra's chubby little thighs and lovely big eyes it was all a bit underwhelming.

It is very hard being the father of such a lovely child.