Making marshmallows (I know! They
Eating one and a half hamburgers at Etowah UMC's cook-out.
Freaking out one and a half times because a cook-out means it's the end of the year as we know it...(and I feel fine...some of you might not get that reference. I am saddened by this)
Saying yes to a great many things because it is raining for the third day in a row.
Saying no to paint because I am mean and terrible and tired.
Coming up with an awesome story about a robin who needs to tidy his nest. It needed retelling at least once.
Needing to tidy my nest.
Insisting that Laine did indeed fly at least 10 feet before hitting that box with his face. Truly he was flying. Until he wasn't. Poor guy, he did brighten up quite a bit when I reported his "air." Boys.
Emptying and filling the dishwasher multiple times a day. Marshmallow making is messy.
Answering "why" 239 times without losing my cool. Although I was informed that I am omniscient and therefore should have a decent answer each and every time. There were 6 whys about grating soap into a box. I used words like gravity and perpendicular and felt awesome.
Reading my Bible standing up in the middle of the kitchen while answering why and wiping a nose because I am a contemplative.
Hearing a happy song I made up echoed back to me with my name filled in. Bliss.