Thees Eez the Good Life

Snuggled into bed between her father, two dogs and me on this glorious, crisp spring Sunday morning, Sarah aimed her index finger at me and beeped my nose. "My mommy" she said. "My Sarah", I replied, beeping her back. Then she said "my daddy. My Lydia. My Monkey. My Kate. My Me. My love", and sighed contentedly. I buried my feet further under Monkey's warm fur and managed to read another 2 pages of my book before any other action was required of me. This is going to be a very good day.