We had a yummy, if not very spicy, dinner and then had dessert. Two desserts in fact. We talked about what had happened in the week and plans we had for the weekend. The kids ran around. They are all under three but are old enough that they can start playing together. They all plop around following one another, learning the basics of human interactions. They are so sweet and innocent.
At one point, four of us were playing Apples to Apples and two of the guys were tossing the kids in the air and catching them in unison. The third baby looked up smiling and we all looked over to watch the very quaint scene. I thought to myself, we are a family and I felt so plainly happy.
I will always remember these days. When our niece is still so little that we can cuddle her in our laps. When all of us have our parents. When all of us have our healthy and our families.
On this tragic day in our country’s history, I am so, so thankful for our ordinary Friday.