Perfection?

Is what you define it to be. That's what my Sunday was. Imperfect perfection. Morning starts off wrong, miscommunications happen, but at the end of the day it turns into this




"these crackers are so good - I'm going to wear the crumbs on my head too!".
























"this is life".

It is indeed. This is my perfect life in all its imperfect glory, and while there are people we miss, places we've yet been to, things we've yet to do, there aren't many things I wish for that I don't already have.

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