Some times we are to busy fusing over the little things like a clean house to see the big picture. This just happened to be a moment that I looked at the big picture when surrounded by little pieces of ciaos.
Sitting on our couch looking at the mess that surrounds me
Our "little" dog on my feet too big to move without pushing him
Our son leans on my leg with a football in his hand just to be close
You call to tell me you miss me and love me once again
and the mess and the stress of life seems perfect in all its ciaos
Jack Brennan is hired by a group of ultra rich English aristocrats to kidnap four top IRA terrorists. The contract is time limited but do the financial rewards justify the risk?