{this moment}

Where Shea comes home and I curl up in bed and decide I'm done.
I'm checking out for the day.

And Shea takes over.
Bathes kids.
Takes them all on a walk.
Gives them pizza and soda for dinner.
Makes a fort for movie watching and treat eating.
Vacuums.
Then puts them to bed with scriptures and prayer.
And never disturbs me.

But in between each the kids run up and tell me everything,
and then run back down.
And during each I hear songs and silly laughter and playing.
And I smile.

Then Shea comes up and beams from ear to ear with...
"Bella told me I'm the best Dad she ever heard of!"

And that's when I know I sure picked the right man.