A Moment

Sometimes I look at the kids and I know I'm going to want to remember this moment, just as it is.

The funny things they do...I find myself wanting to laugh out loud and burst into tears at the same time because I realize in an instant how much I love them.

Why pick up a stretchy headband from under the piano (not way under the piano, because that would just be gross) and stick it on like a sweatband? 

I will never know. But I'm so glad she did. I got a little look into her mind. (Not that that little look gave me any answers; it possibly left me with more questions...)

And I wouldn't trade the moment for anything.