the funny thing is that I have a broken truck to thank for my new favorite time of the day.
I guess its because it is an uncluttered time that seems to gently bring the days joys and disappointments right to the surface.
Of course, these convos are intermingled with proclamations of "watch this mom!" and "look at that goosie, dad!" --- yep, i know it sounds so Beaver Cleaver, but hey... this is the wholesomest (is that a word??) time in my life and I am content to soak it in as long as it lasts.
Thank you, broken truck!