Been trying to stay active...even when I am tired. So, I am alone it is 1:36 AM, and I decided to clean the house. Cleaned the garage earlier, so I felt pretty good about not being lazy today. Anyway, while I was cleaning, I hung up a few jackets.

One I did not recognize other than it says, "Killarney" on it; it is black and smells like smoke. I am guessing it is Babsie's, as I am pretty sure that Wendy has not been to Southwest Ireland.

The second jacket was a black hoodie which had stains on it (Cooper gets into everything). He helped me clean up the garage this afternoon. Coop and I also went for a ride in the Suburban tonight. With him on my lap, I didn't realize that he had turned the headlights on...needless to say, I have a dead battery now. Stupid as this sounds, it still makes me smile.

The third jacket was an even smaller hoodie. As I hung it on top of Cooper's on the coat rack, it looked like something that you would put on a stuffed animal. Just extremely small.

As I hung the last jacket, I felt this huge wave of love come over me. It was a feeling that only unconditional love allows.

So tonight I have a dead car battery, and I got to pick up after the boys.

...I loved every minute of it.

Smile, today could be your last.