Pasta. Oh pasta. You are my frenemy! I would swear somewhere deep in my bloodline there must be some Italian...although I really don't think there is. I love PASTA! I want to go to Italy just to eat. I could eat it everyday. That bad part is my belly/thighs/hips/arms also love pasta. Unfortunately it likes to stick to them. ;)
And here's a sweet share of my two favorite people yesterday before Church. Owen looks so big here! He's growing up on me.