i love sundays for their pure randomness. i awoke with the memory of a dream (tainted by a belly full of wine and baby-shower cake) in which i was bowling with Barack Obama. a leisurly morning getting ready for and attending church. in the car while talking about my upcoming birthday ella announced "you're not REALLY old until your 30." i guess i still have one good year ahead of me. we made it home just in time to watch the nail-biter march madness game as Mizzou (my alma-mater) fought their way into the sweet 16.
the random day wouldn't be complete without holiday decorating and an early bed-time for the kiddos.
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