I want to remember

I want to remember tonight, how the two boys were playing and laughing together. I was laying in a puddle of decimated Mommy meat and they were still full of fun and mischief.
I wasn't even involved except to parrot, "Cubby, don't bite your brother. Bub, stop jumping. Ouch!" It seemed like the first time they were playing with just each other, without me being their bridge.
It was a happy few moments.  I want to hold onto that bright laughter and their beaming faces.  I even got a slobbery toddler kiss to make me feel included in their play.

When the days are long and I'm ready to scream about the laundry and the damn filthy car and the pointy toy I just stepped on, I want to remember this sweet exchange between two boys who are growing into great friends.  I think I can feel good about that even through the chaos, because I made those little souls and I did that perfectly.

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