I got up early and weeded the garden yesterday, which is not nearly as exciting as going to yoga class. But I can't show off my rows of corn and potatoes to my father if they're all choked and tangled with that cursed morning glory. Plus, in the cool of the morning it's kind of nice to step in the dirt and rip weeds right out of the ground. Isaiah came to check on me and even gave me a bite of his donut, and Charlotte hollered from behind the patio door, mad that she had to stay inside with Daddy.