Day 62

My kids LOVE when I record them and then play it back for them. They crack up and ask to see themselves over and over. I hope I'm promoting good self-esteem and not narcissism! Classes started again tonight, so I was lucky to get home in time to tuck them into bed. It makes me sad when I miss our evening rituals of books, prayer, and snuggles. I wonder if it affects them - in 20 years they'll talk about how I wasn't there ONE NIGHT a week. Just like I harp on the time my mom gave my favorite Holly Hobby tea set and Raggedy Ann kitchen set away. I'll forgive her someday. Maybe.