[I don't mean to turn this into a kid-blog, but there are just times when life is downright magical and I just wanted to share.]
Sunday night we walked back from downtown and started to see fireflies. Franca has never seen them before so we let her run around the backyard catching them until well past her bedtime.
It was simply magical. The absolute thrill in her voice as their little bodies lit up in her hands. The excitement of her running around the yard squealing with arms outstretched. It was almost too much. Almost.
I gave Marc the look. The one that says when she is crying and hitting, remember this. When she is 15 and sassing us while wearing an impossibly short skirt, remember this. When she is 20 and yelling into the phone before slamming it down, remember this.
Because parenthood can be really hard, but more than that, it can be the best kind of magical that ever existed.