There are certain days that you hope will imprint in the mind of your children. Days that you hope will be memories that lasts forever.
Days, you hope, they will recount to their own children … magical days, days when times stands still, where the sun was at his shiniest, the sky at his bluest. Days when what you do is exactly what you’re supposed to be doing, in that moment, with these people, not a thought for tomorrow. Not home, not homework or school or work or chores.
Just now. Right now. In this moment.
Today was one of those days.
And I’m thankful.
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