One day when small dancing feet are large and solemn, I will yearn for these quiet days again. Memories are so fleeting especially when the moment is but a quiet whisper, a gentle laugh, or a warm sunbeam. So I can remember...
Dominic vacuuming
rows of cars and Raffi singing
Quinton on the cusp of being a big boy but not quit yet
mud play in a brand new white shirt
chickens running in tall green grass
little boys painting
the morning dance with breakfast dishes
flowers from Collette because she knows how much I love them
and enormous forts.
Life is Sweet.
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