I love Friday afternoons for so many reasons. One of the top reasons is that when my precious husband pulls his car into the driveway, that means All-Day-Daddy-Day has commenced. Yesterday, when Kyle came home, he found the three of us playing in August's nursery. I was reading Twilight, August was gnawing on everything in sight and Brooklyn was bopping around in her favorite "My Dad Rocks" shirt and diaper. We stayed in that room as the daylight faded, or...if you'll permit me...til twilight...