As Harper and I got dressed this morning, we were serenaded by James Taylor. Well, via iTunes, but still! The two of us were born to sing and dance. It might not be pretty, but we just can't help ourselves! It makes my heart smile to watch HP bust a move at any given moment - with music or without. She sings, too, with a splash of soul added. Seriously, whenever she sings, her face looks like she is belting out the blues. Such emotion! James, buddy, I agree with you. It is so sweet to be loved by Harper Elle Peel. Like jelly, baby. (The kind without high fructose corn syrup, of course.)
So, as you might have guessed, mediation worked. Harper and I are back on good terms. I haven't blogged in a couple weeks (thanks for pointing that out, Sgt. Alyssa!), and it was partly because I didn't want to jinx our string of wonderful days. The sun returned, sleep returned, naps made a comeback... Life will never be perfect, but at least we can say that we're all putting forth our best effort! And when you're dealing with two stubborn 29-year olds and a stubborn 18-month old, that oughta count for something.