When I think of my kids, I think of what a fun stage they’re going through right now. At almost four years old they a have me in stitches on a regular basis. Their vernacular, their voice inflection, their facial expressions--it’s as though I can’t fathom how these little kids came to be from the toddlers and infants they were earlier. There is nothing more fun than right now. And yet when I think of it, I can’t remember a time when I haven’t thought that--that this moment right now, this stage, is the most fun. Now to be clear, I don’t completely have my rose colored glasses on right now. I can tell you about the tough things with each stage as well, and even as my kids are making me laugh I know that sometime in the coming half hour or so one or more of them will make me cringe. Kids are hard. But they’re wonderful, aren’t they? It just seems that they are always wonderful.
But then I got to thinking. I got to thinking that there are five people in my family, and my kids only make up three of them. Then there’s me, doting on them and laughing at their clever antics--that’s four. But wait, there’s still one more. Five, yes, my husband. Unforgettable number five.
What’s he doing at number five?
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