It's the little things...

What a truly wonderful day! I was anxious how this week would turn out since Hayden was done with school and the baby's daycare was closed - but it really worked out well! Ms. Courtney came and watched the kiddos while I worked and they had a great time despite the grey weather. Chuck-E-Cheese the first morning, then Chic-fil-a the second - plus some park and game time thrown in for good measure. Hayden was all mopey when I told him she wasn't coming back tomorrow!

Aside from that - I just felt good today. The sun came out for the first time in what seems like weeks and it really perked up my spirits. I stole a glance at Pikes Peak in my rear view mirror and enjoyed listening to the jibber-jabber of the kiddos. Harlyn sang me a very loud, very angry rendition of "I love you, you love me" while I was making dinner - it was adorable despite the angst. While I was putting Hayden to bed he leaned over and said "I love having you for a Mom - it's so much fun."

Sigh...my cup runneth over...

Sometimes it really IS the little things...

Until tomorrow...

Positively,

Kim

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