Most nights, Makayla and daddy will go downstairs to lay in our bed and watch whatever sport is in season. Last night, she must not have been in the mood for sports, or possibly not in the mood to lay down. She kept going from upstairs to downstairs and back upstairs. She'd lay in bed with daddy for a bit then run upstairs and lay on the couch for some Sprout. On maybe her 5th run to the couch, I asked her what daddy was doing down there (there, being our bedroom). She said he was "watching damn football".
For the past couple of months, Makayla will randomly bust out the story of the day Mason was born. She'll tell us that she cried and mommy cried and daddy cried when Mason was born. She always says that we cried because we were so happy. When she tells this story, especially the part about being so happy, she gets all warm and glows with a big smile. Her eyes disappear in her smile. Well...the other day when she told Mason that we all cried when he was born, I asked her why we cried. She looked at me, and with a dream-like voice, said "It was magic!"...
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