My beautiful sister travelled the world a few years ago, and while she was in Argentina, she happened to meet an Iranian who lived in Toronto. God led their paths together & they fell in love & now they're married. And, even better, they have a delicious little baby boy named Titus. (And two dogs. Matthias wants me to mention the dogs. They're important too.)
Carmel and Titus (and, okay, you too, Moses) are the only reasons I'd ever visit Toronto. Just so we're clear. But we got to stay at their home for a wonderful few days at the end of our family vacation, and I got to love my nephew, and Matthias got to adore his new cousin, and I got to take some newborn photos for them. Aren't they a beautiful family?
