My favorite version of cloud nine is becoming a little puzzle and a plot twist in someone else's story just enough to make it a little more gorgeous.
Especially when the sun sets and all our efforts to make life beat start to feel pleasantly worthwhile.
Packing up the house while the baby's getting ready to move out too seems to be a ritual for so many families.
But I hope no baby ends up following the moving instructions instead of the birth plan.
If we had lab grown dragonflies instead of lab grown meat, they could hunt mosquitoes so we could actually enjoy summer nights instead of hiding depressed in a bar for a second or third drink alone.