I would like to have a TiVo in my head, so that when I am old and gray(er), I could come back to yesterday. To a mild July afternoon watching Mia, still smelling of chlorine from a morning trip to the pool, wearing her too big, baggy-ass big girl underpants and a too small t-shirt pulled up to reveal her belly "like Pooh." She had the hose, and used it to water the bushes and the flowers, the garage and the house, the windows and finally her hair, earning herself a face full of water. Owen was in my lap, smelling of green apples and breast milk, drool puddling off of his several chins, squirming and climbing all over me in an attempt to rocket himself into the wider world where there are so many fun things to cram into his mouth.
Minutes later, upstairs, Owen executed his first ever backwards commando crawl across the bedroom until he wedged his lower half under the bed and had no means of escape. As soon as Mia discovered him, she joined him under the bed and then cajoled her father until my entire beautiful little family was peeking out from under the bed, smiling and laughing.
I can't imagine how life could get any better.