Love

Love is having a husband that can successfully double park, brave a 50,000 student university library singlehandedly with a one year old on his shoulder and a highly distractable 3 year old traipsing along beside him.  Then, circumnavigate an unsympathetic, hard core librarian and resolve a diaper blow out followed by a one-year-old-choking-on-lollipop incident without so much as a flinch or a towed car.

Score.

Never mind the fact that said husband almost misplaced our 3 year old several times among the towering rows of books or that he actually stood on our daughter's shoe to tether her to him while his hands were full.  Never mind the lollipop given to a one year old then accidentally jammed down her throat.   Never mind.  Love is blind.

And Love cracks me up into near hysterics with the charming, bare it all account of such happenings upon my return home from work today. 

It just so happens, I somehow managed to be lucky in love. 

Like I said before, score.

*picture by J.Cota, June 2009 (about 1 month before Evie was born).