Some days . . .

These are the little faces I sit across from every day, every meal. 

Some days, good days, we enjoy the quiet, the sound of the birds outside, little conversations made up of one-syllable words, and precious smiles. Some days, long days, tired days, we watch The Today Show, Singing Time or read books. 

Some days, good days, we eat nutritious, well-balanced meals. Some days, long days, tired days, we eat hot dogs, mac & cheese and a side of crackers. 

Some days, good days, bad days, I hope I remember all of these days that I got to enjoy these two precious boys.