To you, my dear mail lady who leaves my packages right at the door instead of the mailbox, with a quiet knock because you know there's a baby in here
To you, Loggins and Messina for providing spur of the moment living room slow dancing
To you, wooden blocks and crinkly books and ever squeaking Sophie for fascinating my little boy
To you, friends who make our Sundays pretty grand
To you bed, for being the best place for round roly poly bottoms to practice sitting up and tired parents to talk a little before completely crashing
To you, three little words
To you bakery. You know what you did.
To you, baby who quietly plays with your toes until I wake up
You make my world a better place, and I think you're pretty rad.