Gigi (at 10:00am): “I love making beds with you, Mom.
(Pause) It makes me want to have a pillow fight with you.”

So….we had FIVE pillow fights this morning, one before each bed was made. With each fight, G would collapse on the floor, laughing hysterically and gasping for air.

Then, she’d pick herself up, gather her wits: “Ok, let’s go do Max’s (Chloe’s…Charlie’s) bed.

Who knew making beds and pillow fights could bring such joy? I’m quite sure a new morning routine is now in place and I rather like that I’ll always have this sweet memory with me… for however many more bed makings I will complete in this life.