I had put my hair up just to keep the bangs off my face; very casually how my mom used to adorn my hair if I wanted to go to a birthday party as a teenage girl. I was busy packing.
A came over and lay on the bed and started: "mommy! no other mom has hair like yours. No other mom is like you. I love you! You are the best mommy!"
My heart melting.
This morning I watched M and A leave for school. Such a simple scene: A holding his backpack on his shoulders and carrying his lunch box. Daddy walking by him. Daddy and son walking away together. I was watching through the door. Thinking this is a scene worth captured still.
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