S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y

Saturday, you are my sunshine.

And Westside, you are the rays.

Riding bikes, having a beverage in a beer garden and having someone ask me if I was a pilot because I was wearing aviator sunglasses...might be the best Saturday ever. Living in Southern California feels like a dream sometimes.

I take that for granted entirely too often.

And ending my Saturday hanging with a two-year-old all night, might have been the best decision I've made in awhile.