I had several lovely massages today by two of my favorite people. One of them actually got all the knots out of my upper back, a feat that's been accomplished only a handful of times in my life. The kicker? The masseuse is four years old. I say she's found her calling.
Today I had some fantastic quality time with a giant spirit trapped in a small boy's body. Snuggling, wrestling, laughing, talking, gazing, massaging, and intense sharing of love and energy. Quite an incredible soul. I'm honored to know him and call him son.