The trees are covered in frost and a deep fog has settled over our little town. The boys sit at the round table with a ball of play dough and a few toys each. Joe has immersed himself in a game of sorts, whispering as he squishes play dough between his fingers and flies his cars around in the air. Hyrum is meticulously sticking tooth picks into his creations with out a word. The house is quiet and still. Finley is nearing the end of a long, much needed morning nap. I have just finished cleaning the kitchen of two days worth of dishes. My sink sparkles and it smells good again. I sit down and enjoy the quiet while I can. I breath deeply, ponder and smile upon the scene before me. These are the moments that I live for.
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