It's a bright, but cold, Saturday morning. I'm at the kitchen table with my hot cup of coffee. I look over at my son who has a haslenut covered bagel covering his mouth. My daughter looks at him and giggles and looks back at me. I start laughing. Very good start to a day. Then the fighting begins...
"sissy, stop looking at me" my son says. "Mom, he touched me" my daughter cries.
Yep, I knew that moment wouldn't last very long.
But, I'll remember those precious moments, even if they are far and few between them.