Happy *insert blank here* Day

I think my kids are the best, we cart them all over the place in order to accommodate our theory of doing stuff = fun, and they keep the whining to a minimum. This weekend, we went in one direction to play in the Berkshires and than in the opposite direction to fulfill Ted's year long dream of seeing Plymouth Plantation for father's day. The kids laughed, smiled, neighed (Maddy is a unicorn of course), cuddled, and sang. Oh the singing. At one point, we were out on the dock enjoying 75 degrees of lake side warmth watching the girls catch fish with nets while they sang oh what a beautiful morning. It was a hollywood fake family moment that was really unfolding before us. Ted and I looked at each other confused and happy..but really with a "how did we do this" expression that we often pass to each other when our kids show us what it's like to be truly happy. They could never have guessed it, but their joy at being alive was the most priceless fathers day gift ever. I don't think it hurts that they are the cutest humans to have ever lived..I'm not biased either, just ask Ted.