It is almost eleven o'clock in the evening, and I am sitting down to write this post. I was all set to start at 8 o'clock (and had a pretty good idea outlined in my head), when my five year old approached me wearing a sky blue dress sprigged with pink flowers, her blonde hair falling on her shoulders, and said, "Mommy, get this [the laptop] out of the way. I want to sit on your lap." With this abrupt command, the laptop was cast aside, and a girl tired from a day of learning and playing and happy squabbling crawled onto my lap. From a distance, her seven-year-old brother kept calling her to return to their game, but she would have none of it. She put her thumb in her mouth, smiled up at me, and settled in.
I am too tired to blog, but it is a good kind of tired. I have had a day of teaching and learning and playing and refereeing and reading and cuddling. Nothing could be better than that.