Best Days of our Lives. . .

So Mommy was rockin' with the boys this morning to Bryan Adams "Summer of 69." This prompted a conversation about the best days of our lives.

Mommy told the boys that some of the best days of her life were the days that each of her kids were born.

Cooper said, "See Noah soccer!" (what beloved friends and neighbors we have!)

Max said, "Seeing Ruby for the first time on the day she was born."

What does MaMa say? The best days of my life:

The day I met Mommy. If that day never happened, neither would all the other best days of my life that have happened since.

Days when I have played my instrument and my parents were there to listen. The exchanges of love that happen on days like that are irreplaceable.

Days spent with my sister and her family. My sister is one of the most amazing woman I know.

Absolutely--the days in which I gave birth to our children.

For me though, it's not just about the BIG days. It's the little things too. It's Cooper giving me his European kisses. It's Max asking me to do "nighttime things." It's Ruby's gummy smile, or the way she snuggles into my chest to fall asleep. It's the exchanges that Peg and I have, whether they're verbal or visual. Forgive me for sounding corny, but really, these days are the best days of my life.