Ironically, on Father’s Day the US managed to separate our tiny family too — I had to go on a business trip leaving Shauna and Devon at home.
It was a long, lovely drive to Boston, and I had plenty of time to think about the policy of caging young children the US is now pursuing. Monstrous. And Americans are OK with it. Every day I pass people on the street wearing Trump/Pence shirts. This is what a fascist state looks like.
Before leaving we did get to spend the evening hopping on rocks by the river. Devon would jump on the rocks first, then help Shauna across. He’s turning into a real gentleman, and I miss him even when it’s just for a few days: