Some mornings it is really hard to get out of bed.
I didn't sleep well. My hips hurt. My head hurts. The kitchen is full of dirty dishes. The dirty laundry pile is big enough for Tank to get lost. And I had to give up coffee.
But then, this little creature, with crooked front teeth and clear blue eyes, pushes her face close to mine, and speaks a little nugget of wisdom that can only be explained as divine inspiration.
"Living is being the best way.
Because you get to play with your toys.
And you can't play with them when you're dead."
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