Moments.

This evening AB and I sat quietly outside as the sun went down. The breeze rustled the yellowing leaves just as the golden streaks of sunlight were beginning to pass through the branches.


We sat peacefully side by side with our reading. Content.


These are the kind of moments that I will treasure for the rest of my life. Quiet moments like this one. And loud moments where our laughter fills up the whole room. Our giggles setting one another off in a seemingly neverending cycle of joy. Loud moments when I pick her up from school and she is bursting at the seams with stories about what happened at school, what she learned and read, who she played with, the hilarious thing that her friends said. Loud moments in the car when we sing as loud as we can to Foster the People's "Pumped Up Kicks" and Living Color's "Cult of Personality". Quiet moments when she lies cozy among her blankets, eyelids drooping as she fights sleep, while I read to her the adventures of Harriet the Spy and James with his magical giant peach.


These are the moments that make it all worth it.