Bliss

I'm sitting on the couch with Boy, listening to some of his recent record purchases on our brand new record player, who is yet to be named, and feeling happy, relaxed, and thankful.  His head is laying on my donut pillow, which is on part of my lap, and my arm is using his forehead as a roundabout armrest while I type in a very non-ergonomic fashion.  I'm looking forward to more evenings like this.