A perfect evening...

It's funny how things change. When I was in my 20s, if you had asked me to describe a perfect evening it likely would have included a hot date or perhaps a night of drinking and dancing with my girlfriends. But now in my 30s, it's something else entirely.

Tonight after dinner I was in Dylan's room with him. I forget why. Perhaps I had just changed his diaper. Or perhaps I was picking up the dozens of toys off of his floor. But he suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "Sit Mimi. I wanna play."

So I obediently sat on the floor and asked him what he wanted to play. He grabbed a bag of foam block and immediately dumped them out in front of us. So Dylan and I had fun building some foam block towers and laughing when they inevitably got so high that they toplled over. Even Logan was in on the action, happily munching on the blocks and crawling around with them in his mouth like a dog with a bone.

Then Dylan went and got Kevin from the front room. "Daddy, you do it!" Kevin was a bit confused as to what exactly he was supposed to do, but he followed Dylan obediently as well. So as a family we built more foam block towers. Then somehow the building of towers degenerated into Dylan knoocking down towers and strewning the blocks around. And then somehow that even further degenerated into an all out foam block war between Kevin and I with Dylan delightedly in the middle.

And as we all sat around laughing and acting silly, I was struck by how perfect it all really was. Our kids were happy and we were all having fun. Kevin's eyes caught mine and I know he was thinking it too.

I don't have any pictures to add to this post, but that's okay. Sometimes it's more important to live the moments than to capture them.