Except for these.

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The sepia sunlight of a summer evening. Birds twittering, squirrels scampering. Acres of green grass, broken by a dozen giggly faces. One more whoosh down the slide. One last round on the seesaw before dinner and a bath.
There are no perfect moments. Except for these.

Amma, can I play tag? Hey friend, want to race me to the swing? Wow, a beetle! Oh, look it’s moving! Amma, can she come home with us? A hundred breathless questions, faster than light
There are no perfect moments. Except for these.

Tires squealing, the air awash with goodbyes. Squeaky promises to meet again. Grubby hands and tired yawns. Laughter, tears and every emotion in between.
There are no perfect moments. Except for these.

Will the magic still be there tomorrow? They don’t care. In that cold arc of air, at the top of the swing, there’s only the beauty of the now. Hearts worn on sleeves, pure and beautiful, my children see a bigger truth than I can.
That there are no perfect moments. Except for these.

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Pavi

I'm a proud ​wife/mom awaiting my certificate in "Advanced helicopter parenting". An avid coffee enthusiast. A physician in another life. My hobbies are reading and writing, then nitpicking what I write. I also love running, daydreaming about the zombie apocalypse and getting more sleep. Mostly,I can be found laughing at my kids’ wacky sense of humor. I have this amazing husband and together we've spawned 2 kids. We live in California.
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Therapuppy

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This human completely approves of her Therapuppy©️ (therapy + Puppy).

Whether it’s battling big feelings, anxiety or whatever’s floating in my soup for the day, Minnie always, always knows how to bring me down. A flash of her pink tongue, a kiss, the occasional belly rub. I breathe in her fuzzy head, and the world seems brighter.

She’s feisty and bossy and sheds like a champion. But by God, she’s the best thing that’s happened to me all year!

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I'm a proud ​wife/mom awaiting my certificate in "Advanced helicopter parenting". An avid coffee enthusiast. A physician in another life. My hobbies are reading and writing, then nitpicking what I write. I also love running, daydreaming about the zombie apocalypse and getting more sleep. Mostly,I can be found laughing at my kids’ wacky sense of humor. I have this amazing husband and together we've spawned 2 kids. We live in California.
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