|A Tree Grows In Brooklyn- Betty Smith|
The same kids that I was ecstatic to see when I opened the door. The kids that are just as excited about groceries as they are about Christmas presents. Frozen pizzas and milk get the same enthusiasm as a new train. Sundays seem to hold some magic too. That relaxing, family indulging magic. Where we eat together and play together and the kids are in bed by eight. I'm just blacking out all the whining and injuries in between.
Cheers to family and Sundays and stress-cleansing bubble baths. If only I had that glass of red wine.