Brady came downstairs this morning during a school break time and asked if he could have a Pop Tart. When I said okay, he retrieved it from the pantry, sat down next to me at his seat at the table, and we had a short chat.
Honestly, I can't remember exactly what we talked about, but I do remember thinking that it was very pleasant to have a quiet conversation with my littlest. And I do remember silently smiling at his sprinkling of freckles and marveling over how much his once-blonde hair has darkened.
Every moment is a blessing, and I am grateful for this one.
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