What’s Your Happy Place?

For a second, drop what you have going on while reading this {well, unless that is a baby!} Think about your happy place. Even better, close your eyes for second and think of that place. Do it. Come on. Now. I see you peeking. {Not really, how creepy would that be?}  

 I love my happy place. It isn’t a beach, although those are lovely. It isn’t at a spa, although the spa is great, too. My happy place is in my big comfy California king bed with BTB, the dogs and T. Having our little family snuggling up against one another makes life complete.

 Even better if Tbird has drifted off to sleep and I can watch him. I know it sounds odd, but something about watching that sweet baby sleep completes me. I mean, look at this face, would he not complete you, too?