Today it was puuuuurfect weather. If I was a kitty I'd purr. Or if I was The Pixie I'd purr...because she is always the kitty, or puppy or other cute, little animal.
And it was 77 degrees and perfect for me.
Poor Mr. Right was earning his keep, but I had the kids and we wandered in and out of the house never bothering to shut the doors.
But the BEST part was that by the end of the day I couldn't resists nuzzling their cheeks and necks.
Their soft, smooth skin smelled like summer.
Mmmmm...if you aren't a mom I'm not sure you'd love the smell.
But I wanna bottle it up. Then when I'm 67 years old and can't sleep at night, I would spritz it on my pillow and have good dreams.