Matthew was playing in the back yard, my mom was sitting in a chair, and Michael and I were swinging. Matthew had to go in to use the bathroom, and mom went in for something or other.
Michael and I were kicked back rocking, with the twinkling white Christmas lights all around the inside of the gazebo, the mosquito netting blowing in the breeze, the puppy dogs laying a few feet from us, and the sun setting. Michael turned to me, and goodness only knows where he got this from, but he put his hands behind his head and asked:
"Mom, is this paradise?"
Yes, Michael, it's pretty damn close.