It's perfect running weather. Calm. A light drizzle.
Taco Tuesday is all ready to be dished up as soon as hubby walks through the door. Boys and me have had a great afternoon and they're happy and content.
Nicky will be here in 40 minutes. I've already laced up my running shoes. And now I'll wait eagerly for the squeak of the front gate.
"Nicky's here!" The kids will shout.
"See Ya!" I will shout.
I can't wait to run.