I am at the computer.
Christmas carols are playing.
Baby is up for his nap.
King Daddy is in the shower.
Middle and Oldest are playing a fishing game in the living room.
I hear Middle say, "I love you Old." "I love you Mid," she responds.
"Merry Christmas," she says. "Merry Christmas, Old." he says.
This is the kind of stuff that you hope and pray for. That through all your frustration over the whining and the fighting and the constant seemingly ineptness at your parenting skills. This is what makes it all worth while.
I love you all, so very much.