It is 11:59 p.m. on a Wednesday evening and my little twin bed is awfully full at the moment.  In addition to myself there happens to also be a couple of puppies named Snuggles y Cuddles, a stuffied pig named, well, Piggy, and a little girl you might know as MacKenzie.

I drove to her town to pick her up after I got off work tonight and, when I arrived at her apartment around 8:30 p.m., she (along with her suitcase) were waiting for me on the doorstep.  In addition to the suitcase, we also loaded a car seat, duffel bag, large bag of toys, baby doll stroller and a plethora of actual baby dolls into the back of my car before starting the 1.5 hour drive back to my house.

Tomorrow morning she’ll be going to work with me and, around lunchtime, I’ll be strapping her into her car seat and hitting the road.  You see, Miss MacKenzie and I both happen to have a couple of days off for a little thing called Fall Break and we, my loves, are going to use that time wisely: I’m taking my girl to the beach…

… for the first time in her life.

(And if that wasn’t enough, I get to play baby dolls for the next several days.)

(You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for an excuse to play baby dolls again.)

(Let’s just say it’s been a long time coming — like 15 years.)

(Be still my beating heart.)