The Ordinary Day
My heart is singing with joy for all that was accomplished today. And that is worth writing about. Joy in the mundane. The Ordinary Day. Our son, Bram, comes in every morning and says, "Mommy, I wike you." then "You have to give me chocolate milk. And a show." Today was extra special because he snuggled into bed with me, with his "fwashwight" (flashlight). This is my life. And little boy love. My dear husband got up with the boy, so I fell back to sleep. I woke up late (9:05 - yipes!) and rushed downstairs to find my children totally absorbed in the Netflix pick of the morning. At 9:30, I declared breakfast time was about to begin. Everyone put in their breakfast order (banilla bars, rice krispies, and enny bars - two of which were actually granola bars) and made various messes on the table, on the floor, and on their pajamas. Then my Kylie (4) brought her special jewelry box to the table - it was a craft project she received for Chr...