Shamelessly wearing the same sweater for a third day in a row.
"You look pretty, mama."
Clean breaker poops.
Surviving that two-second whiteout on the freeway while hydroplaning (thanks, speeding semi).
My husband indulging me in a written diatribe about how advertising could save the world, and picking up the Bean from daycare and allowing me to come home later than usual.
This sign in my SW Portland neighborhood.
Our daughter almost but not quite catching us - in the act.
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