There's something about listening to Jack Johnson that soothes the soul.
It's been a productive and quite pleasant day. Guy's not napping yet, as when he was almost asleep friends came over, so I let him play.
But I had a really nice morning. Something about friendly grocery store staff, a balloon bobbing up and down in the backseat, Jack Johnson on the radio, and a coke at my side that makes life slow down just a little bit.
I like it slow.
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I keep begging Tyler to let us name our son Jack because I practically worship Jack Johnson (and because our last name is, in fact, Johnson). Hmm... I don't think he'll let me.
I miss you. Do you know where you'll be living yet?
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