I just had a moment the other night that I wanted to freeze. We had a fun family home evening, so everyone was in an exceptionally good mood. Teeth were brushed, prayers said, and the boys were waiting for me to come read to them.
I heard them in their room laughing hysterically. Squealing with delight (a very cute, very un-masculine squeal) over the MadLib they had created. Every adjective was stinky, mushy, smelly, ugly… you get the idea. And every verb was toot, poop, burp, etc. So of course it made for a fabulous story to read back!
In the other room I was putting Simon to bed. He had finished his bottle and snuggled into my neck to burp and spit up on it… as per tradition. Then I rubbed his back and sang him a song. In the middle of “As I Have Loved You” he reached up and grabbed onto my nose, hoping for a honk.
Snuggling and singing to a baby, boys giggling together in their beds, and girls with their noses buried in their books… that’s my idea of a perfect moment.