Some days are not great.
You're stuck in traffic, get a flat tire, stub your toe.
You're late to work, lose your keys, burn your tongue.
Your kids won't stop fighting and you burn dinner.
But then it's bedtime and you look up and see this.
Your kids snuggling in the rocker together reading.
Your older son reading to your younger son.
And you let go of all the other stuff.
This. This is what matters.
These are the moments I will hold onto on the bad days and remember that it wasn't such a bad day after all.