"David, slow down, Love." Dinah laughs as she chases after the little boy, getting up from the couch where we have been cuddling while the television made a valiant effort to keep our two-year old preoccupied for 5 glorious minutes.
OUR two-year old. Yes. That sounds perfect.
David had jumped out of my arms when we got inside earlier and started bolting around the house from room to room while Dinah admired the details I chose for her from the gray and beige tones of the paint and furnitures in the foyer and living room with black and yellow accents, just how she likes it to the wide one-way glass windows that give a full view of the garden in the front lawn and the beach at the back to the dining room with the infinity crystal chandelier hanging over the table which she always wanted. I
