The last twenty four hours have been good.
The really good, summer kind.
Last night I played with Brooke
and the night ended with us both in my bed like the good old senior in high school days.
And tonight I came home smelling like campfire
with smiley eyes from good conversation and lots of loud singing
and with sore arms and covered in baby drool from playing mom
it doesn't get too much better than that.
goodnight, I promise more later.