Chad unexpectedly took the day off and we got to spend it together. . . just the four of us. With my surgery and the craziness of the holiday it has been a long time since it was just us. First on the agenda was to open stockings that were neglected in the whirlwind of the weekend. We laugh as Charlie officially declares that his favorite gifts are the finger skateboards and the noise putty that he pulled from his stocking. (Oh, Dollar Tree. . . why didn’t we visit you FIRST?)
The rest of the day was spent doing that thing that families do. We nestled into each other and cozied into the comfort that comes with all that is “us”. We did a little bit of this. . .
. . . before being invited to the most lovely “tea store” run by my daughter who would not allow any cup to be less than full for more than 7 seconds . . .
The day was nothing special, really. It was just us, being us. But to me. . . that is special. There were moments of laughter intermixed with the whines of tired children intermixed with rock bands performing and adventures pursued intermixed with the whines of tired adults.
|She’s even got the rocker tongue-thing down|
I have officially been refueled.