Why life is good; the little things
Political Mammal
Came home at 9:00 pm tonight from a meeting, hoping to catch a glimpse of my kid (two years eight months) before she went to sleep. I was sad when Connie cracked the bedroom door and whispered “Shhhhh, your daughter’s asleep.” I peeked in the door – and there was suddenly a commotion of giggling -- they had tricked me. Ella was still up, excited to see me; so cute, so much fun.