L woke me early. it was too late to go for a walk, but too soon to wake up the kids. he snuggled back down to sleep and i wandered around the house trying not to thump or clank. it was foggy and cold. i started to make oatmeal and discovered we were out. i organized our school day and folded some laundry. when the children came out blinky and sleepy i hugged them and encouraged them.
the day has gone downhill from there.
except the moment when my baby woke up and smiled at all around him, dimpled cheeks and slobbery mouth.
except the moment when we were listening to beethoven's symphony number 9 and as the music swelled we shared how it made us feel.
except the moment when b was able to tell me how our lungs work because he *remembered* it.
except the moment when i nearly forced a laugh out of the teenager after i caught her sticking her tongue out at me from behind my back. (i stuck mine right back at her).
