Right now I am feeling content. I am typing this while laying on top of my unmade bed with my sweet little Connor beside me. He is happily chatting and cooing away with a few high pitch squeals for added emphasis.
It's Friday morning and its cold and wet. Today is supposed to be the last day of school for Mia before the winter break. But I decided she could start early. It's just one of those days outside where it seems mean sending her off to school, especially when they aren't going to be doing any work today anyway. I knew she was thinking she would rather stay home. So I'm letting her.
Ryan just got dressed, into another pair of pjs. It's pj day at his preschool today and he was so disappointed that he was going to miss out since he doesn't go on Fridays. So I told him we will have our own pj day at home. He thinks its the best thing ever.
And it feels good. Something so simple has made my littles so happy and I can overhear them saying to each other that today is going to be the best day ever.
That says it all really. Our kids don't want or need much at all to make them happy. They just want to be allowed to be young and feel that their feelings matter.
It's so simple yet it's also so simple to forget.