Family Party
I put Emily down for her nap and came downstairs ready to clean the bathrooms without a baby trying to swim in the toilet. Rob, who was outside grilling our dinner, suggested that I grab a beer and watch the kids play instead. 
Later, after tucking Michael in bed he prayed, “Thank you Jesus for our party!” When he finished praying Peyton said, “We didn’t have a party, Bubby.” And he replied, “Yes, we did! We had a family party.”
I love that an evening of playing on the backyard playset, a dinner of grilled hotdogs and corn followed by caramel cake and ice cream is a party in my child’s eyes.
Sometimes a simple evening of togetherness is more important than my chore schedule.
