Awoke to both kids curling up under the covers with me this morning. Who needs coffee, really? That was some bona fide sweetness there. Later in the afternoon, Bekah just curled up in my lap on the couch and we just snuggled. There’s this fantastic feeling for every parent to have their child just sit contentedly with them. It’s something amazing, like being lifted up by a thousand little kisses to the heart.

Tonight as I was putting her to bed, Bekah asked me to tell her “the Pig Story.” So I told her about the three little pigs. We all know it by heart, but to see it experienced as a child makes you appreciate the magnitude of how important they are. She hung on every word, worried if the pigs would get away. Each time the wolf huffed and puffed, she was wide eyed, hanging on every syllable. Magic. Just pure magic.

After Reed watched a documentary on coral reefs, I tucked him in. In the dark he asked me to tell him the best part of my day. I told him about waking up with them in the morning, about him being kind to his sister that day. But as I look back on it, I have to say: all of it.