• Landing Deer

Today is my birthday. 37 years on this planet, the last 6 as a husband and 3 as a dad. I'm hoping for at least 37 more.

Last night, Zoe was wearing her space suit pajamas ("the same pj's astronauts wear, right daddy?" "of course"), which are covered with decals that glow in the dark. One button is for launching the space ship, she thinks, and another is to put down the 'landing deer', and another is a walkie talkie.

"Ladies and gentelmen, we're ready to take off" she said in between bedtime-delaying sips of water. We practiced walkie talkie conversation with the lights out.

"I love you, Zoe... over"
"I love you too daddy"
"Over"
"Right, over"

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