It was just another walk. Abby, wearing her rain boots, trudged through every puddle we came upon, but otherwise matched me stride-for-stride and giggled as she told me made-up-on-the-spot stories. Isaac alternated between walking hand-in-hand with Adam and policing his little brother. And Brady chose the longest stick he could find and dragged it through each puddle he found, watching with glee as the liquid parted and then came together over and over and over again.
Everyday moments are blessings.
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