La la la.

Last night I came home from a neighborhood homeowners' board meeting around 9:30. I had some laundry to finish up and I had left the kitchen kind of messy, so I knew it wouldn't be a very relaxing evening before it was time for bed. We don't stay up very late and I was worried that Brian would want to head to bed right away, so I was kind of rushed as I pulled into the driveway and got out of the car.

But Brian opened the front door to greet me as I walked up the porch steps. He smiled. Bo bounded out in front of Brian and his whole body wagged like a short, fat wiggleworm. "Hey honey!" said Brian. He welcomed me inside and talked with me as I sorted laundry and threw things in the dishwasher. It was a nice night, and we made it to bed by 10:30. Not great, but not bad at all.

I love my two guys. I love coming home to them. I love taking care of them, feeding them, and keeping a nice house for them.

I love my little Bo, my baby guy, who's curled up beside me right now on his bed. I've covered him up with his blanket, which I don't think he minds. I like to pretend he appreciates it.

And I love my big man, my Brian. He works hard and takes care of us, and he's such a great husband. I love knowing he'll be around for me and Bo.

So, that's pretty much it for today. Life is good.