It’s so easy to let teasing and hitting have more weight than moments like these. Honestly, if I didn’t take these photos, I don’t know if I would have remembered these hugs happened.
At 6:30 tonight, when she was grabbing his hair and he was whacking her on the head with a wooden train, I didn’t.
I’m glad I have some proof.
Awh! I see a big portrait in the living room of this one!