You don't know how much you kill me on the inside, saying the things you do. You probably won't ever know anyway. I can tell you anything and everything about myself, but you never fail to come up with a counter to justify how fucking perfect you are and this family is. I wish I could call you delusional but you are just crazy.

Anyway, today has gone way up the happy spectrum. Softball, then two basketball sessions, our first parade of the last year, and of course, you.