I sit down beside Peyton, she leans into my side, as I place my arm around her.
“Thank you,” she says quietly, while starting up one of the kid’s favorites, How the Grinch Stole Christmas.
“No thanks needed, baby. It was our mess to clean up.” I kiss her. It’s not the kiss I’d like to give her but with the kids all surrounding us, I know sneaking out of family movie night is out of the question.
“Later,” she whispers and settles back beside me.
I look at each one of our children, they’re the perfect blend of us. Though, I’m noticing some are looking just like their mother. Especially our girls. I’m going to have my boys keep a watchful eye on them as they get older, but for now, I soak in every ounce of goodness and tune out the outside world and settle in for the night with my family.
This right here, it’s what dreams are made of.
THE END