Today's insight into why I still love 80's music in 100 or fewer words:
Like her sisters, Brooke has beautiful crystal blue eyes. Before her nap today I scooped her in my arms, gazed at her face, and said, "I could get lost in your eyes, kiddo."
The only thing that stopped me from bursting into a rendition of Debbie Gibson's 1988 power ballad was Brooke's response.
"Mommy, I could get lost in your hair. And in your teeth. And behind your ear."
Oh, Brooke, you could take me to the skies.