My Me-ma brought a lot her old coats and jackets to my mother to give away at a non-profit where my mother volunteers. Josh's was looking at her pile of jackets, and there was one in particular that really stood out to him (for obvious reasons). Right before Josh and I were getting ready to leave to travel back to Erie, he emerged with the jacket he had been eyeing and my brothers hat. It was hilarious, and like usual, Josh left them cracking up.
The pocket was perfect for Nola. Though, she wasn't really having it. I'm sure she was thinking... Here we go again. Josh, why do you always do such things to me? What did I ever do to you?
I just can't help loving this guy. Isn't he dreamy?