Thanksgiving holiday. Today is Monday, felt like Sunday. Days are not normal during holiday time.
My youngest invited 8-9 friends over to sleep this Monday evening. 7 friends made it, plus my 15 year old son who they love/hate & who hates/loves them.
They are filled with music that I never listen to anymore. It baffles me how music can be such a huge part of their existence. I look back & remember I was like them once.
What happened? To me? So strange that I still love certain things & forgot others.
I do know this, their laughter & dancing & loud obnoxious screaming, their being them is pure bliss & heaven sent and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Innocence personified is what this world should be and I plan to let them be them as long as I can.