Today, when I got home from being out all day, I walked into a moment of Steve and the kids playing hide and seek. You could tell they had been playing for a while...counting and secret signals were happening. And I giggle out loud.
Happy kids. I love it. It means the world to me. They don't always have to be happy, especially when they make the wrong choices. I know they won't be happy during times of loss. But they will always be grounded in love.
I guess a long weekend free of stress and full of hockey games, date nights and warm days helps create good family times.
I want those times to go on and on. I want our kids to love each other as much as we love them. Hence, this memory captured...they might fight and bicker. But there is love under that.
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