Earlier this day, I tried to take a cherry blossom family pic outside, but the recent storms had already brought all the white blossoms down and our pink tree and Scout are, of course, missing.
But also: Nu built a bench to go by the new pond, Big A spent hours trenching (finally acceding) to my specifications, At stopped by for dinner--all shiny and dressed up--just as I took the pot of rice off the stove. Watching the kids clear up after dinner, their clearing-up choreography still aligned so seamlessly, reminded me of all the golden years we've had as a family.
I'm grateful for these days of small kindnesses and great love.
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Sometimes the moments we try to make happen don't work out, but then you get an unexpected boon. (I'd still be sad about not getting the blossom picture, though. I love traditions like that.)
Cute.
Steph--I love your family's traditions!
Thanks, Gillian!
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