Dessert, alfresco

I'm pretty sure it's impossible to feel anything but pure joy when your children are running around the backyard with sticky red juice running down their chins and arms and your husband is laughing, spitting slippery black seeds at you, and the baby is babbling happily from her swing on the patio and you're hurrying to finish that one last, big slice, because night is descending quickly now and there's actually a briskness to the air that wasn't there before. This, my friends, is life at its absolute best.