November 4

My kids were loud today. I really have no idea why; they just were. So loud, in fact, that I mandated The Quiet Game as we walked Abby home from school. As we strolled in (relative) silence, I looked down and saw this:

Brady's little hand pressed up against the stroller 'window'. He peeked at me and beamed, and asked me to press my hand against his. So of course, I complied.

Those little moments --the ones in the midst of chaos-- are so precious.