I worked late tonight and had to stop for a couple groceries on the way home, and when I finally barged through the door, tired and stressed, Kyle greeted me. Oh, that's a nice way to melt the stress, let me tell you.
I lifted him up and carried him to the kitchen, and he gave me loads of kisses. I unloaded the groceries while holding him because moms can multi-task like you wouldn't believe. Then, I decided to put the empty paper bag on his head (I'm weird, what of it?), when Mike walked in the kitchen, smirking.
"I have a surprise."
I was still playing with Kyle, a paper bag on his head, a red pepper in my hand that I hadn't put up yet, when Mike showed me an airline ticket.
"What the fuck is that?"
(I have GOT to work on my child-friendly vocabulary.)
"You're going to see Cherie."
AN AIRLINE TICKET. TO SEE MY FRIEND CHERIE IN PORTLAND, AND MY KEYBOARD IS NOT BROKEN, I'M JUST THIS EXCITED.
Cherie and I went to college together and then she fell in love and moved away and just search her name on this site, I've written at length about her. She's post worthy, most definitely.
Oh, I just can't wait to see her.
And loads of other bloggers who are in Portland. When I texted Cherie to see if she'd be down for a blogger dinner, my phone auto-corrected it to "loggers." When I corrected it, she wrote back and said, "damn, I was excited about the ax-man dinner."
But you know who else is awesome? That sneaky husband of mine.
Search his name and see how much I like him. He's likable, he's way more than likable but no one wants to hear all that mush.
Let's just say I'm so happy right now, and it's all because of him. Baby, it's so often all because of you.