As I was getting some cottage cheese out for a snack, E was leaping around the kitchen, hopping from one square to the next and as he went around the corner, I heard him slip and then a big THUD. I turned to go find him, give hugs for his injured whatever, but before I took two steps I heard him cheerfully talking to himself.
Be-ba-doo-be.. dum dum ba-dum ba-dum be-ba-doo-bee...
He continued his little story, took the bowl from my hand and went to enjoy his snack. All of this came after a big game of him teaching me how to hop like a frog, then chasing me around throwing a paper airplane at me, then more chasing, hiding, screeching and laughing so hard my stomach started to hurt.
These are the moments we'll forget, I guess, the best ones where nothing else matters except the laughter and hugs. They get lost in the daily fray. But these are the moments, stitched together, that make a lifetime of connections with each other, stringing into a tapestry of family, the family that supports you and carries you through the tough times. The tapestry that makes such a beautiful picture when you stand back to look at all the little threads pieced together, and what they've come to mean.
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