Some days are just… Good.
My boy read “If You Give A Moose A Muffin,” giggling all the way.
My laundry got done… well, except for that load I meant to hang out. Guess that’ll go on the line in the morning.
My baby boy fell asleep in my arms. I kissed his little nose. A lot.
The sun was shining and my kiddos were playing in the yard. Meanwhile, a certain, very much used and slightly mistreated porch swing got that stain that I’ve been promising it for so long.
Then, after popping some baked beans into the oven to bake, we headed outside yet again. My kiddos played on the giant dirt pile left from the work we had done in our barn. I built a nice little fire in the fire pit.
My honey brought home chocolate bars and a bottle of Oliver Black Cherry.
Then, there were hotdogs. And there were marshmallows with chocolate and graham cracker s’more goodness.
And there were sparklers.
And it was good... A very good day…