Avery: Mama, remember the day you took me to school and I had my face on your shoulder because it was cold?

Me: Yes, baby. Of course I do.

Avery: You gave me a kiss to take me through the day but the wind blew it off.

I was unloading the dishwasher and singing aloud, something I almost never do. Briar came in, put her hand on her hip and said, “mom.” I stopped, cheeks flaming as I expected her to ask me to stop, “You sound just like an angel.”

Finley says, “Mama, I sit in yours lap. You gives mys kiss and I drinks milk?”


Rapture, pure daughter rapture.