I'd Like To Propose A Toast.

The other night at dinner Todd and I were explaining the concept of a toast to Marley and Rudy. It wasn't the first time. I think we had a few cheerful, wine-accompanied dinners this summer where we felt like toasting each other and the weather and books and Ghostie and our playground.

But we hadn't demonstrated in a while. So Todd was lifting his tumbler of red while I was in the kitchen getting the rest of dinner together, and he was instructing Marley and Rudy to hoist their drinks, too. His exact words to our daughters were, "Lift your glasses! C'mon, lift your glass! Lift your glasses!"

As you can see, Rudy complied, looking on expectantly for the next step. I really, really love that kid.