Please do not apply this logic to anything else. Like recently-founded religious orders with strange rules. Or suspect political schemes. Or basically anything outside the general category of "Adorable Babies."
Half my siblings and my parents live in the Pacific Northwest and get to enjoy my niece regularly. They often text our family new photos and videos of her being The Cutest Baby in the World, and after awhile it starting gnawing at some deep part of my soul. I do not like being 1,000 miles away from the Most Adorable Baby in the World.
And so, when I discovered my husband would be out of town for work this last weekend, I bought a ticket to Portland.
It has been auntie heaven.
I have actually visited the Pacific Northwest every year at this time since I left home 14 years ago. I crave the crisp fall air and flaming colors this time every year, so I soak up as much of fall as I can when I'm here.
It also happens that my parents have the Cutest Puppy in the World. This is a fact I am certain of because of the aforementioned logic.
Logic has always been my friend.
So basically I've been surrounded by cute babies and autumnal color all weekend, and it has been glorious.
We've gone on walks, picked apples in my parents' backyard, and snuggled up by the fireplace.
I've had some limbic system retraining victories, too.
Most notably, I felt well enough to go on a 3-mile hike while carrying my niece!
The endorphins were so plentiful that I felt as if I'd just enjoyed a long, deep belly laugh in the hours after the hike. I love the days when I feel like I'm heading toward physical normality.
The only downside of all these upsides is wishing my husband were here to share them.
I cannot wait to see him today.
I'm comin' for ya, Panther!
Happy Tuesday, friends o' mine.
*My sister-in-love, Jaime, is auntie to two brilliant babies on her side, so we are letting her award Baby of the Universe to all three babies, in a nice even tie.
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