These three filled the night with ridiculous poses and cheap verbal shots at their over-controlling mother. Simply joyful. We were seldom without laughter or a well-placed snarky insult.
I should have used the picture of the three super heroes as our Christmas card that year. I should have lightened up, lived in the moment, made a montage of these moments, licked the stamp and mailed the whole escapade to our friends and family without apology. Envious of those families who can think ahead, bring white outfits for the beach and all jump at just the perfect moment as the waves crash and the sun sets, all the while keeping hair out of their eyes and their shirts covering their bellies, I was going for something different.
What a silly fool I was.
To have heaven at my fingertips and wish for something artificial
instead. It's a lesson my babies and husband are still teaching me -
that the truest happiness and the richest laughter exists in the
spontaneous moment of togetherness.