we're sitting here watching carson palmer play great and brett favre play terrible.
i have my tank top pulled up above my belly, and i just caught landon staring at me, smiling.
a huge grin, i'm telling you.
he said, "why are you so beautiful?"
i think he likes to imagine the baby i have inside.
this with my puppy cuddled between my legs, sleeping.
my boys, my baby and football.
what could be better?