Do you ever have a memory pop into your head and think, "That was the best night ever?" Not the big things like weddings and babies being born, but those little things like laying on the trampoline and watching the starts or someone coming to visit? This is one of my times. I can only remember that this was a Sunday night and we were playing tag. I'm not sure if one of us fell in the pool, or if it was on purpose, but before we knew it we were all in there (which is no small feat if you consider Brian's size and attitude of "Water is not funny".) Haydn was the last, and most resistant, to enter the water, but we laughed and laughed until we almost wet our pants. It was the best night ever.
That is the best! Isn't so fun the little things that make such an impact. I love the pic and think that most definitely should be up there as a best night!
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