The other night we were out eating ice cream cones and as I was watching the girls chase Chris around the yard I was over come with the simple joy of an everyday moment. A moment where the girls are young and excited about the tiniest scoop of ice cream and their squeals of delight fill the air. A moment where their dad, even after a long busy day, comes home and plays with them. I watched them and wished I could bottle up the memory.
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I love those pure joy moments! So precious!
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