the very finest thing about my days.
The smell, the feel of my kids in my arms in the mornings. It literally makes my heart flipflop, every time.
asking the kids after breakfast:
So what would you guys like to work on today?
my girl: What I'm working on.
(a story, of course!)
This being the perfect-est answer ever…
making lunches while the kids do their thing
my boy doing Life of Fred (everything clicking for him today), my girl writing her story, my boy looking up the Iron Ages on the Net (for his report on the Land of Kyre), laughing…
then my girl and my boy watching Iron Ages animations…more laughing and laughing
then meeting friends at the park
for story sharing
and more story writing
playing on the beach
to after-school writers workshop
for more story writing
all the kids eased in and comfortable six weeks in, as I'd hoped,
for lentil bolognese
(remembering to stir it so it doesn't burn!)
and more story writing,
and story reading after dinner
And as I write this,
story writing in bed, kids cosy,
the night chirruping outside, stars blinking.
lit by the beds,
and lamps lit inside me
from a day
of watching my kids BE.
Feeling light inside,
as I always do
when our days flow