Sometimes life does imitate art.
Last night our family room looked like a Norman Rockwell.
There was a fire in the fire place, all cozy and warm. The Little Mr.'s were lying side by side on their tummies facing the glow, one doing math, the other "reading" his book. The Mr. and I in our chairs just behind them, a baby asleep in his arms, our faithful hound curled up between us.
It really was this picture perfect.
And it lasted for more than a few minutes.
A small simple little slice of peaceful tranquility in our corner of the world.
Oh, yeah, and The Mr. delivered.
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