A Far Cry From My 20s

This year, we didn't close down the Cabooze.

Nor did we embark on an afternoon tour of Summit Brewery.

There were no romantic dinners for two, enjoyed at the leisurely pace of a once childless family.

And Medicine Lake made do without us.

Instead, I cuddled the evening away with a tiny babe, a stuffed Mommy cheetah, and a hardcover edition of Baby Animals. Read over...and over...and over again...until sleepy eyes were rubbed and contented sighs grew deeper.

Not too shabby, 32. Not too shabby at all.