Also: the ground gets wet when it rains.

I was driving out to my parents' house tonight to pick up Grace, waiting in traffic and daydreaming. I started thinking about when she was born, because, well, I do that a lot.

I have absolutely no idea why this never dawned on me, but as I was thinking about her lying on my chest for the very first time, I thought, that is the same baby I'm going to see tonight. The one who rolls around in the mud and splashes in her water table. THAT baby! They're the same person. And the thought took my breath away.

THIS baby


is the same as THIS baby!!


no frigging way.