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 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 aligned so seamlessly, reminded me of all the golden years we've had as a family.
I'm grateful for these days of kindnesses and love.