11 years, 8 months.
There is definitely some irony in me having so little skills in anything mechanical, since Papa raised me. I should be able to rebuild cars, build a treehouse, or do pretty much any kind of handyman work around the house.
However, I’m pretty much useless when it comes to all the amazing skills that I grew up seeing Papa do my while life.
The good news? While that gene completely bypassed me, it went straight to you!
That is evident in this picture that Nonna sent me from this week when you and Papa were building birdhouses.
You speak that language completely. Your life will definitely be easier than mine in that regard!