Half-conscious thoughts

As I drifted off to sleep in Doug's arms the other night, somewhere in that twilight between awake and asleep, I found myself enjoying a beautiful Montana summer evening--near perfection. The warm (but never hot), crisp air inviting against bare skin (arms and legs free after a cold, bundled winter), the soft grass heavenly on little bare feet. Running under willow trees and darting around cotton woods, kids screaming with delight while playing "No bears out tonight". Seemingly unlimited space to run wild in, flowers blooming everywhere, with impossibly long days ending with twilights that seem to last nearly forever.

Life is good.