Mulling it over

It, I'm not sure exactly what it is, but I'm mulling it over.

I just finishing cuddling a little baby with peach fuzz for hair. A little baby who whined for twenty minutes until I went in to give her a cuddle and promptly fell asleep. Like in two minutes. What is better than cuddling a sleeping baby with peach fuzz hair?

And then, then I walked out into my living room in my very own apartment. As recently as two years I wouldn't have thought I'd be here. Heck, a year ago I knew the peach fuzz baby would be part of our lives, but certainly didn't think we'd own a place. Our own place. And in this part of Vancouver.

Wow.

That's all.