Today, I woke with a new sense of purpose.
I began the day with my recent ritual (reading a chapter of Alma and saying an actual prayer). After this wonderful beginning, I felt like the day could only get better. So far it hasn't been trying to prove me wrong.
I finally got to enjoy tanning by the pool-I've been trying to take advantage of the private pool for the last week we're living in this complex and only been able to get to it once before this week but it was after the sun had gone down. Luckily, I tan easier than I thought. Thank you Banana Boat tanning suntan spray. We'll ignore the fact that my sister hit my brother's mouth into the wall and made him bleed. Accidents happen.
I would compare this kind of day to a brownie sundae: my routine acts as the ice cream, the pool time acts as the chocolate syrup and caramel, and feeling like I look cute acts as the whipp-ed cream. Now all I need is some time with my man-he's the brownie because that's my favorite part of the sundae-to finish this delicious dessert.
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