78 degrees on January afternoon. We go outside for a little watermelon and playtime. I said (probably a gazillion times), “It is a beautiful day.”
Wesley says, “Do you know why it is a beautiful day?”
“Why?” I reply
“It is a beautiful day because the clouds are blue, the trees are fine, and the houses are not falling down. That’s what makes a beautiful day.”
Um… love this logic. Here we are enjoying this unbelievably beautiful day.
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