We woke up late. Got a little work done. Made ham and cheese paninis for lunch with the family. Lemonade popsicles. Packed up the Excursion and drove to the other side of town. Hiked. Swam. Laughed. Napped. Burgers on the grill. Movie.
Later that night, Brock and I were sitting out on my family's deck watching the stars flickering over the valley. "There's this great line from War and Peace," he said, "where Tolstoy describes the stars as whispering to each other."
He paused for a moment. "This really has been the perfect day."
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