I love my days off of work. I start my day before the sunrise with a run. I am ready before the kids. I can walk the girls to school, and then spend my day bonding with my son. While he naps, I can be totally productive with laundry, preparing meals, paperwork, etc. Or I can be totally lazy. And when school gets out, I can meet the girls and walk home with them. This schedule just makes me happy, it makes me enjoy my children, my life, my everything. (I'm sorry, is that too much corniness for one post?)
One day last week, I met the girls after school and was welcomed to great big hugs and smiles from them. The sun was shining as we walked home and I listened to them give detailed and exciting stories about their days at school. (I have never heard them say "fine" when I ask them about school!) I couldn't help but just smile as we walked, thinking about how lucky I am. And then, out of nowhere, when I am already feeling as chipper as can be, Jocelyn says, "I have the best parents in the world!" And if you could hear her tone, you would have thought that we are indeed the best. I mean, she said it with such enthusiasm. I gave her a huge hug and said "Well, I have the best children in the world." Jocelyn stopped in her tracks with the weirdest look on her face and said, "No, I said I have the best PANTS in the world."
Humph.
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