So, yes. Watching the man I love giving our kids rides on his back, making wild grizzly noises that don’t sound anything like a grizzly while he’s sweating off his face paint because it’s sweltering and humid, and the costume is absolutely stifling, and our kids laughing and screaming as they bounce up and down on his back, yelling ‘more, grizzly daddy, more, more, more!!!’—I’m so just so happy.
So. Freaking. Happy.
I’m not crying.
Well, okay, I’m crying, but that’s okay. Sad tears, happy tears, all the tears. It’s all fine, and it’s all amazing. It’s all because my heart is so full that it’s constantly overflowing. This really is living our best lives. We’re living it, all of us. Together.The End