A perfect day can come in many forms. But of all the different flavors of perfection, the King Kong of perfect days in my world is one in which I make my children laugh. Not just a few chuckles, but the kind of laughter that leaves them incapacitated. The kind of laughter that leaves them gasping for breath and has their face muscles aching. The kind of laughter that has them begging me to please, please stop saying funny things, if only long enough for them to relax their cheeks. 

Today has been a perfect day.