My kids are happy folk.
Seriously. They are having so much fun being them.
I am thankful for them. Thankful for the loving sibling relationship they have. Thankful for their kind and generous hearts. Thankful for their silliness. Thankful even for the voices they use to express what their dogs are thinking…in which they stay in character and carry on conversations for hours, (high pitched, strange inflection, kinda like Scooby Doo mixed with Alvin and the Chipmunks…totally doesn’t grate on my nerves…not at all…why would you think it might)?
They are weird, and wonderful.
Looking up from my computer I ask HT, what would you say about our children, and their weirdness?
He chuckles, then says, “I think they are both highly sensitive and in touch with their own joy.”
And just like that, I have an end to this post.