Normally, walking from the kitchen into the family room to find sticky fingers, smeared face and used popsicle stick on the couch would annoy me. Send me running for a wet towel. Make me mumble to myself that I should have known better than to let them eat dessert away from the kitchen table.
But then there was last night.
At the end of another day of 100 degree weather. When anyone should get to enjoy a delicious “FudgeTickle” (as Hannah says).
I ran for my !!! card. And my camera.
It was unintentional happiness on Luke’s part. But intentional on mine.
Because how could I NOT smile at that face? The one with the smile that only comes out for the camera when we say, “Don’t Smile!”
So I smiled. And giggled. And loved the moment.