My favorite sound is one that happens early in the morning when my daughter bounds into my room, (much alike an excited herd of baby elephants,) and proceeds to tell me about something, “awesome, magical,” or, “spooky!”
This morning was no different, except she attached a, “but I think im going to throw up,” and proceeded to do so in my lovely and freshly cleaned bathroom. Luckily now- with the help of children’s Tylenol and lemonade, she seems to be doing just fine.
I woke up this morning, for the first time: In my own place- absolutely giddy. (Except for the puke.)
Happy Birthday to me.