I could hear Carson and Ella in the other room.
Little feet on the wood floors shuffled across the room. A pause.
Then I heard, “Ella, I love you soooo much,” Carson said sweetly to his sister.
I could then hear an audible hug. You know, the kind where you squeeze so hard you kinda say, “Mmmmh!”
It’s moments like that, that make me think I must be doing something right.
(It’s also moments like that, that make me forget how much I dislike the pregnant/screaming infant/sleepless nights/slave to nap stage and think that having another baby would be a great idea.)