They won't always fit on a bench together like this.
These are the days, I think, that matter. Look at those faces. My home is full. Full of love, full of needs, full of helpers, full of noise, full of tantrums.
They say I'll look back on these days with longing.
I believe them.
But next Sunday maybe I should fill the frames with the tempers and the eye rolls and the runny noses before they've been wiped.
Then maybe the longing won't be too bad...
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