Tuesday, September 21, 2010
You know how sometimes you invite us up to your family's beeeeeeautiful cabin in Oakley, and you make us breakfasts consisting of deeeeelicious crepes, and strawberries, and bananas, and freshly whipped whipped cream, and (oh...dare I even say it?) piles of NUTELLA, and then you make us dinners consisting of amazing carne asada (sp?) tacos, and guacamole, and homemade salsa, and freshly cooked flour tortillas and oh man... a little slice of HEAVEN in between, and then, you know how after that, we roast marshmallows on an open fire and mash them in between fudge stripe cookies and then put the sugared up kiddos to bed and eat your special home-made vanilla/cinnamon ice cream complete with smashed up blonde oreos, and watch great movies and laugh our butts off, and then the next day, we randomly go out and you take beautiful pictures of my "new" family of four...
You know how sometimes we do that?
Yeah, well, I sort of really, really, really, really love it when we do that.
And I sort of (okay, well not "sort of" so much as "really a whole lot") think you are the bomb dot com and one of my favorite people on the planet of earth.
That is all.