You were waking with the sun.
You were coffee delivered in bed while the littlest stirred awake.
You were hours spent on the couch reading The Penderwicks to little people who offered to rub feet and brush hair in appreciation.
You were siblings arguing and fussing and forgiving. Repeat.
You were a friend stopping by to have a much needed 1/2 hour of adult conversation. Even if that 1/2 hour included holding my baby who gifted her with drool upon drool.
You were an extraordinarily napping Asa.
You were swim lessons and splashing under a cloudy sky.
You were cookies.
You were a girl who watched her brother suddenly stop screaming when put in the sling and said in all seriousness, “Well, that was magical.”
You were a completely below average dinner.
You were a boy feeling queasy who just needed to fall asleep on the couch. I think I believe him, but who plays around when it comes to queasiness?
You were that perfect mix of good and hard.