One. Her diving into my bed head first, “Good morning mom!”
Two. “I don’t trust myself to crack the eggs. Can you just show me again?”
Three. Puppet shows with new friends just because.
Four. Him laughing, gut deep, unable to contain himself.
Five. Painting her hair pink because I can and it makes her so happy.
Six. “I made you a card because I love you so much”
Seven. Reading to them as they rest their heads on my shoulders, my fingers running through their hair.
Eight. Tickle wars that never end, but continue night after night. Our little tradition.
Nine. Laughing with and learning about some incredible ladies.
Ten. Slipping into fresh washed bedding and staring at the flames while listening to the rain pound down outside.
It was a good day.