We got silly tonight. Here we are, two adults with two kids, both of whom watch our every move, one of which imitates just about everything we say and do, and what do we do? Start a food fight. It was minor, really. He hucked a biscuit at my head, and I aimed a spoonful of mashed potatoes at his face. We flung peas and carrots around, Alyssa joined in, and great fun was had by all.
Now things are quiet. We got the kids to bed around 10, and Dan and I cuddled together and watched some TV shows. He’s in bed, and I’m sitting here reflecting on what a wonderful husband I have. <3


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