Mountaintop moments at sea level

Remember what I said about the valleys of motherhood, the thorny places we travel in between the mountaintop moments?

 On a morning like this one, you almost forget about those places.

Funny how most of my mountaintop moments show up at sea level.

(Or lake level--if there is such a thing. Erie may only be an understudy to the understudy to the understudy of the Atlantic, but she still gives a performance worth applauding.)