James has his ways of making me laugh through anything.
Covering my whole ear with his mouth, and grunting like a wild pig. Letting me curl up on top of him in a perpendicular manner and prod him in the side. Poking me back and chewing on my lips. We wrestle and giggle like 5 year olds. The bed creaks, and I think Stacy thinks there is some sort of adult fun going on, but really it's a bunch of childish tussling and screaming. It's crazy how we entertain each other.
Stirfry for dinner, with crispy little round squash fries. Little kisses.
Ah, Im done for.