Every day with them is.

Nothing special is sometimes my very favorite.  Swimming laps and the library, choosing peaches together at the grocery and walking over for a new bag of coffee beans, cleaning the car and building Lego benches, making soup and playing baseball in the backyard, warm baths and short naps.  Nothing special, and yet everything is.
Days like this are both sharpened and obscured.  They’re growing fast, and I know once the day is over it’s gone.  There’s so much to do,  but none of it really has to get done, and almost all of it is bound to be forgotten - laundry and thank you letters, scrubbing and snack-making.
Today was certainly not worth forty-five party hat emojis, but it was worth something.
Every day with them is.

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