Perfect

We've been having a lot of perfect moments, lately. (I believe this is probably a reaction by my brain to the stressful and discouraging nature of shopping my book around.)

Like, this morning, we went to Chuck E Cheese. When we got there, we were the only people in the whole entire place. We started playing and riding the stupid horse that I can't figure out, and then I noticed that all of the games had at least 20 tickets just sticking out of them! We ran around grabbing all of them and stuffing them in Kurt's pockets.

It was totally a scene out of my childhood dreams. Like, remember when you used to fantasize about getting locked into the mall on purpose so you could sleep there and wake up and you'd be the only one in the candy store? You could sleep on the beds at Macy's and borrow some roller skates from the sporting goods store?

It was like that.
I don't care about how many tickets we win. Scouty always ends up with the same handful of plastic frogs and packets of smarties no matter how successful we are.

There was just something about see all of those blinking, lonely machines in the empty space, offering me tickets. Scouty and I held hands and ran through the aisles between games. She climbed up onto the runway of the skee ball machines so that she could summon the strength to roll a ball that would actually make it into one of the slots.

I don't know.

This was a pretty perfect moment, too. It was a chilly fall day and we went for a walk in the strip. Scouty decided that she was hungry and thirsty. We got a pizza at Bella Notte and it was the biggest pizza we've ever seen.

Daddy was there and he was handsome.

Louisey had a lollipop and she got sticky sugar in places that have never seen the sun.

I just love being me, because of these three wonderful people.