No, this isn't heaven, this is a New York Night. A glass of Bully Hill, a gluten free half moon cookie, a book, and a green scene.
After a beautiful 2.5 mile run, I put the baby to bed and plopped myself out on the back porch. I watched the children fill the fire pit and organize their back yard S'Mores Cook out. The birds were chirping busily, the creek was rushing, and I was able to rock back in my chair, throw my feet up and read.