Playing.

Today I love love LOVE that I'm with someone who understands how important it is to take time to play. See that mark up there on the far right light switch? The one that looks like a little bomb hit it? That would be because, it did. Have you ever seen those little tadpole shaped fireworks that you snap in between your fingers, or throw at the ground [or not the ground if you're anything like us and just not real bright] and they blow up with a loud POP and little rocks go everywhere? We bought a pack of those. A big pack. A big pack that consisted of four little packs of at least twenty. [For the record, that's a LOT of little bombs.] Do you know what happens when you put two [slightly immature] people in the same room with eightyplus little bombs and some impromptufreetime?

WAR.

WAR happens. We were ducking behind doors and counters, I'm sure it sounded like Syria as we chucked those little guys at each other over and over and over again. POP. Ahhhgggghhh! POP. High pitched aaahhhhrrggghh. POP. Aarrrghhhh! POP. Another high pitched aaaarrrghhhh! Let's just say by the end of the night we both looked a lot like that light switch up there. Timesfifty. Just to clarify. The POP doesn't hurt at all, but skin is pretty soft. Do you know how hard you have to throw those little guys to get them to blow against it? Fairly certain I'm as sore today as if I had just pitched an entire game of professional baseball.

Sigh. We spent the rest of the night cleaning hundreds of little tiny rocks off of the floors, and out of the cracks in our cupboards and out from underneath the oven and fridge and up out of the carpet. It was admittedly some of the most fun, either of us had ever had.

So yes, today I love getting pelted in the back and the arms by mini-bombs. Because yes, I love that Levi knows how to let go and just have fun. The fact that he can not worry about cleaning it up. The fact that he can laugh at something really kind of dumb. The fact that we both have an appreciation for things that will undoubtedly bring us closer even if they are disguised in yelps of pain and red could-pass-as-a-skin-disease marks. Today I love that we still play.