Almost three years ago now, I forced hubby to drive in Scotland and let me buy J a kilt. Two years ago, I bought J a suit of armour and traded some much wanted food for a set of wooden swords. And now, my heart, my muse, my baby, my warrior, my wildling.

He R O C K E D it. He’s such a beautiful soul. This is J heart and soul. Now I just need to go find someone to make him a metal suit of Transformer armor…