271. Driving down HWY 830. Windows down. Wind blowing our hair like crazy. Listening to Death Cab 4 Cutie. (Different Names for the Same Thing) The song is swelling. The Sun is setting over the lake. Having a gum smacking contest with my nine year old- -very hip and cool little dude. High fiving each other as we reach the record breaking number of 7 pops in a row. My heart aching that someday this moment will be viewed as so uncool. But smiling at the fact that right now I am soooo cool because I can pop my gum 7 times and that I listen to Death Cab 4 Cutie.

He said, "Dude, you're awesome, Mom!" I said..."Dude, I know!"