Finally something positve.
Last night, at dusk, I saw the children out the front windows. They were all three deeply ensconced in some imaginary world. They were each either flying, with arms flapping in slow mo, or swimming, with breath held, cheeks puffed out, and hands, slicing their way through the water I couldn’t see.
It was awesome.
Just had to say something nice, because really, this being a mother rocks.
