Happy Day

  Today was a really good day. My kids are happy. We have had good important conversations the last few days and the fruits of those talks are showing.  We didn’t do anything crazy or overly exciting. There was no trip to the beach or fancy vacation… We just went to help Rob move some furniture in his classroom and to run a couple of errands. but we were sort of all the team again. You know when you feel like things are right and good and everyone has been checked in with and you’re all kind of connected? That’s how today was. The kids were funny and fun and helpful. They did hard things. For Charlie it was math for Ziggy. It was being really nice to Charlie. They were thoughtful of each other and of Rob and I. They loved on Weldon which is always fun. It was just a good day. I know soon everything will change so I’m going to enjoy every moment of days like these. I just started reading this book called It. Goes. So. Fast. by Mary Louise Kelly. And it’s reminding me that everything is going to change when Zig leaves home in two years. 

So today was a good day. Today we were all here. We were all together.


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