Sunday morning: windows open, sun streaming in, not 145 degrees outside for once and a cool breeze is blowing. Birds singing outside, "Tiny Dancer" playing inside. Daddy and Delaney on the couch playing Brain Quest. Me feeding Way banana oatmeal while he sticks his tongue out, a trick he learned yesterday and has played constantly ever since as if he just realized it was in his mouth (along with his eight cute teeth).
There are chores to be done, work piling up, children to bathe, grocery shopping to tackle. But for now, at 9am on Sunday, everything is perfect.
