I Love It When

the coffee is lukewarm and I can sit and read Frank McCourt, musing about how quaint a phrase is "bladder near your eye" and truly believe my Dad is getting better and enjoy an easy Sunday morning because Tommy now is a champion napper and we went to Mass last night. I love it when my husband tells me he can't wait to make a little home with me and his perfect Saturday night is snuggling with me on the couch and don't I look beautiful. I love it when I answer the phone and Claudia is on the other end saying "I Caudia" in her proud, 2 year old style. The world is bright and I believe the best is yet to come. The best is yet to come.