Do you want to know how much happiness these kids have brought me?
The other morning, Paolo told me I was smiling and giggling in my sleep. Indeed, I remembered dreaming about the kids that night, their little faces looking up at me with their big eyes and adorable smiles as they hopped around on my lap and jumped up on the gate, looking for love in all the right places.
So yeah, pretty darn happy.
If I wasn’t before, I’m officially a goat lady now — indeed, Paolo has taken to calling me La Donna delle Capre, and I take that as a huge compliment.
Or do I prefer the Goat Whisperer? Hmm….
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