He's even working on the Daryl Dixon hair styling

Just a random pre-bedtime walk around the house last night with a lever-action rifle. 

Guess which one of the children got their Mommy's zombie-apocalypse-preparedness genes? 

And... then my heart exploded.

The Boy's teacher sent me an email this morning: 

That Boy is going to get the very first, very best hug & kiss when I see him next. A hug for the ages. The Valhalla of hugs. A gold-medal Olympic sized, Pulitzer-prize winning hug. 

And when I'm distracted by what my day holds as I scurry out the door again - and it will happen - I will work on remembering this moment. Because this is the important stuff. 

Conversation with a first grader

"How was school today?"

"Good."

"Yeah? What did you learn?"

"Hmm."

"You can't remember?"

"No. I'm going to need to go back Monday."

"Good thinking, buddy."