There is a nice breeze blowing through the window, and Ammon is crawling to me quickly, begging me to pick him up. Madison is playing the piano while Logan and Grant voices are playing outside, some sort of boy game I think they made up (Pokemon, I miss Star Wars). Joe should be leaving work soon. Marinara and meatball crock-pot smells are floating through the house.
Life is pretty good, it's pretty good.
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