A Sunday Afternoon
As I sit on the couch reading a book (one that's making me all sentimental and weepy, btw) and drinking chai, I listen to Keith and Arabelle playing. The activity of the day is pushing Polly Pocket cars on the kitchen linoleum. Sometimes there are rescue missions from bubbly mud. Sometimes there are races with enthusiastic cheering and chants when Arabelle's car wins. Sometimes there is singing and "outside voices". But always there is fun. And a sense of love. It's a wonderful Sunday.