Just My Boy

Somehow, just watching my boys play is one of the simple pleasures I constantly remind myself to indulge in, despite nearly getting lost in the sea of laundry accumulated for the weekend wash, and close to flaring for almost slipping on pieces of toys scattered on the floor like a battleground laid waste - typical scenario every Saturday and Sunday. 
I like it when we are not rushing out for any special outing; there are days like this when you just want to do nothing. Our children actually are better than us adults with just enjoying our presence, and I'm taking a leaf out of their book today.