I'm content watching my three boys from the sidelines as they are in play. Not that they're laughing and giggling and having fun, but to see them playing with their dad is a joy. A quiet joy in my heart. To see them having a time that I suppose would add to their memory of a fun childhood. Where their daddy spent times with them for a fun boys only and sometimes could be rough play. Who would've thought that in a spur of the moment a shirt could be curved in a ball and would be a blastful of fun? A shirt is worth the money by the way. They might or might not have a vivid memory of this exact time and scene. But we hope to let them know in their hearts and mind, of a childhood full of love and joy.
It's as well an addition to my hubby's memory of the boys when they're kids when at a time he would need to reminisce them before he loses his mind. The kids might be in their homes having their own families at that time. And hubby would just be happy repeating small fractions of scenes with his boys in his mind.
Inspired by Katrina Kenison writings and blogs. Her writings touched a shout-out that's in my heart all along. That every perfectly ordinary day is a gift. One must only look in it's beauty and joy.
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