I took each of my kids on a date this weekend. It was a treat to carve out time that had nothing to do with homework or practicing or getting someplace. We didn’t get very fancy, but in each case we ate something sweet and did something that was just-the-two-of-us. As Youngest and I were getting ready this afternoon I asked her if she wanted to bring along a book or something to do. “Mama, of course not. It’s all about talking.” My girl. I am unspeakably thankful for such sweetness in my life.
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