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Sometimes it's the silly moments that really shine

I'm not going to spend much time on this or try to write all fancy and stuff, but sometimes the best moments in your life are the silly ones.
And sometimes the best moments you share with loved ones in your connected lives are, yep, the silly ones.
Willow and I just had a complete and utter sillyfest of laughing fits during lunch just now. This video shows just 37 seconds of the fun (believe me, we were hooting for a good 15 minutes solid):



Precious.
Willow had another silly and precious moment over the weekend while I was ziplining at Mammoth Cave Adventures (my family and I are obviously into doing silly things recently). Remnants of Hurricane Isaac were settled over the area, which meant we spent much of the ziplining in a driving downpour of very fat drops of rain.
While I was zipping through the woods and the very fat drops of rain, Willow was splashing around in the monsoon. When I got back, she was soaked.
I was soaked too, so I joined her in the rain.
I couldn't have been wetter.
Or happier.

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