Flowers from strangers.
I ended up having surgery just before Jason came home. Another soldier's parents sent me flowers.
Who does that?
First day home.
Fighting over his lap.
First day back at work.
I woke up in the middle of the night to help a crying kid. I couldn't stop laughing that he'd written a reminder to himself to put toast on the plate for breakfast.
To really be able to say, "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth..."
Kids not fighting, and saying, "Take a picture of me, too!"
Not needing pants to be cool.
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