The dog has decided she doesn't hate us, and is engaged in some seriously cute cuddling with me, or as we like to call it, "shnorgling."

B pauses in the doorway to talk to me about something. I interrupt him to say, "Seriously, babe? How can you not look at this dog, and my cleavage, and not think that your life is the best thing ever?"

He nods, as if I've just said that the earth is round and gravity works and May follows April. "Yup. Totally best thing ever."

I'm pretty sure it's his matter-of-factness that really made that moment for me.