What my husband said this morning was one of the sweetest things he ever could have spoken.
Yesterday was a snow day. I joked that my girls were fine with that, but my husband (a teacher) was the one doing the Happy Dance (yes, in caps) at our house.
I know they had a fun day together. They did numbers...they tossed the ball in the basement...they went out to lunch...and B reported she read "A LOT". Hubby said something about watching a soccer game, so I know he had some "quiet time" to himself. And they generally hung out with the cats, and watched the cats watch the snow.
"These days are such a gift," Hubby reflected to me early this morning. He said how the girls are at such a wonderful age...so much fun, so communicative...and he is so appreciative of having the extra time with them. "I'd rather have a day today than have that day three months from now," he said.
Yep. Three months from now, the girls will be three months older. They'll have grown. They'll be at least a little bit different than they are today.
How dear it was for me to hear my husband verbalize that sentiment.
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