This: One armed cartwheels. Running through the grass in barefeet.

Rolly Polly’s and dirt. Eating ice cream. With Oreos. While trying to catch fireflies.

Using outdoor voice indoors. Imaginations — big, wild ones.

These two. We just picked up right where we left off. I couldn’t stop wrapping my arms around them, swinging them in circles, and proclaiming my love. I don’t ever want them to question how they loved they are.

Candy and good human touch. This is it right here.