It is Tuesday afternoon.
The weather is warm and the light is golden.
All five boys are in the backyard.
Angus, Pete, and Jamie are riding their bikes.
Bear is driving around on the green swing car.
Lewis is sitting in his pram, watching everyone.
We are all buzzing with excitement because Pete has literally just started to ride by himself. Rick was helping him just an hour earlier but then had to go inside to start cooking dinner. Meanwhile, Pete kept trying and trying by himself, and all of a sudden, while nobody was watching, he was off!
Jamie, of course, insists that he is next.
As I watch the boys, it dawns on me that this is a perfectly idyllic afternoon.
Surely when the boys are older, they will recall afternoons like this with a smile on their faces…
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At bedtime, I decide to sit with Lewis in Jamie and Pete’s bedroom for a little while before putting him down.
Jamie comes over and starts pulling his singlet over his face, and then down again.
Lewis takes one look at him then breaks out into bursts of uncontrollable laughter.
Over and over again, Jamie performs his little stunt.
He has Lewis in absolute hysterics.
It is the most beautiful, endearing, and priceless moment of the day for me.