My husband is the fun parent.
This morning I had to run out of the house, yelling, “Wait!” with the camera.
He left for football practice at 6:15 this morning, and walked back in the door at 7:45 for a quick hello in the mayhem of sending kids off to school. The girls got out the door and my boys were straggling behind, looking for shoes or something. They left, and before I know it Lance bolts out the door chasing them, the boys erupt into laughter, and through the open windows, I hear a loud exclamation. “I want to walk to school with the (insert our last name here) boys today!”
It was cute.
My kids are blessed.
So am I.