Yesterday morning as I was dreamily waking (in the perfect sunbeam) from a somewhat decent nights sleep, Brennen sits bolt upright in bed.
He declares "I have to get up and write a murder ballad".
About an hour or two later he gets back into bed for snuggles and when I eventually roll out I find lyrics - to a wonderful murder ballad - on my computer screen.
See?
Reason #5980 why I love him.
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creativity always strikes at the least convenient times!
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