To this little note on the mirror.
Which made me smile.
But then I had to laugh at the irony. Because at that moment, this girl was anything but pretty. All covered in clay from her first pottery class.
I didn't realize I'd get THAT messy.
But it was a blast playing with clay and learning how to actually make something on the pottery wheel. And Joe's little love note made for a sweet little "welcome home." I love our Chicago life.