April 25 10:38pm

I spent the majority of the day with my parents, touching up the outside of my house with paint, cutting down a tree, and trimming all of my shrubs, I am relaxed. My sunburned face glows. My arms radiate a heat. And my legs, tired from the manual labor, are talking smack.

I find myself at a coffee shop, enjoying a cup of chamomile tea (supposed to assist in relaxation and such). That's exactly what it does. Easy like Sunday morning it is.

There is reward in a hard day's work. Satisfaction in doing a good job. But neither can compare with joy of being near the ones you love the most.