I've rarely been this tired on a Sunday night: the weekend's festivities, heat, and general business really took it out of me. But more than anything, I think I'm reveling in a weekend of really getting to know Genevieve better and better.
I'm really getting smacked in the face with her personality (and sometimes literally) now that the one-year milestone is approaching, but even apart from that, there's just so much to her: her wry smile when she's being mischievous, the way she shakes her head very certainly when turning down a book or baked beans, the way she will never give me a kiss (but this afternoon gave me a long bear hug), the way her blonde hair sticks straight up from her head, how she starts bobbing up and down whenever she hears the word "dance," her undying love for the cat even though the cat clearly doesn't care for her in the least... I could go on, and tomorrow, I might.