Addy Finds Her Dog Hilarious.

Minutes before I left for Atlanta I witnessed Adelyn's second laughing fit. (Not a giggle, but a full-on, minute-long belly laugh.) And what was so funny? Louie. Again, it was Louie. I can see why a baby would find him so amusing--he's a ball of fur, full of spirit, has a penchant for licking baby toes and adult noses, and looks like a teddy bear that was somehow brought to life. Adelyn was sitting up (on her own! for one whole minute!) watching Louie attack Jason with kisses and she couldn't contain herself.

I'm in Atlanta at my first full day of this conference. Learning a lot about poverty and fighting it and just how important this kind of work is.

(And I met a formerly homeless man, probably six-foot-four, three-hundred pounds and African American, who pulled himself out of the vicious cycle of poverty and has started his own non-profit homeless shelter. I'm going to write some grants for him, partly because it'll be great for my resume and partly because people like him make me happy to live in this world.)

Jason has heard about my love of hotels for years. And I'm currently sitting on a cushy, maid-made bed in a sparkling clean room that I didn't touch, full after eating an amazing meal cooked, served, and cleaned up for me thanks to the conference.

But I want to be back in my unmade bed watching Addy giggle at Louie and her dad.