So there we were, snuggled up on a blanket, getting ready to watch some Labor Day fireworks. I was holding Sam on my lap, and my husband was sitting beside us.
We were chatting, actually spending some relaxing quality time together. I said to Damon: "This makes me happy. I love it when we get to do things like this all together."
He was smiling, murmuring something about how he liked it too, when Sam piped up.
Sam: "Mommy, you're squishing the baby duck in my tummy!"
I guess in my joy, I was hugging her too tightly. She actually made me apologize later to the baby duck in her tummy.
How does it get any better than that?
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