Tonight my sister and I went and got pedicures together, and then grabbed coffee afterward. It was one of the best nights I have had in a long time. She makes me laugh like nobody else, and when the two of us get together, trouble brews and stories flow freely. Anybody watching us at that coffee shop probably thinks we’re strange girls, because we laughed and waved our arms and gestured excitedly while telling stories, we encouraged each other, and had an old-fashioned good time.

So now my toes are painted a cute shade of pink, my stomach is full, and my heart is content. A pretty good night.