Good Things Come in Three's

Or four's. Two's? Truth be told I don't much question how good things come so long as they come when I most need them. Like this three picture story of a family in the making:

Which is so totally true seeing as how Zoey still sleeps in our bed. (I love it. Bryan says she kicks him in the balls all night. So maybe if these were pictures of my family the man's toes would be curled in that last photo.)

And then this, which makes me want to throw myself down on the sidewalk there to get in on that cuddle.

Can you tell that I am happy today? All kumbaya and confetti? (Don't worry--we all know confetti is a bitch to clean up; tomorrow I will be back with more words.)

In the meantime, Happy Hump Day!

xo,
S