Saturday I met with Kevin for breakfast. After doing that thing called eating we went to the Botanical Garden, (Yes it became my favorite) where we sang, 'Don't Call Me Baby,' due to the topic of our conversation. And I do not mean we hummed it. We effing sang it. He did quite well at the beat-boxing. I wish I could rewind this.
This is short, I know. But it is the most treasured part of that day. In this case, quality wins.