Studying together for the geography bee that he tried to avoid. (He’s enjoying it now of course.)
Trying to be okay with her novice cartwheels in the family room. (She’s still working on sticking the landing.)
The curdling scream of a brother scared by his sister. (His voice will get deeper someday.)
A loaned teddy bear when Daddy has the flu. (She also brought me two baby carrots.)
Measuring their heights on the door frame of the family room. (They always want to compare.)
There are stories in these moments.
These moments that become monuments.
They are the true mountains.
Not the stresses that fall in their shadows.
