Some days it is a war zone here.
When once best-buddy-brothers turn on each other and a holy war breaks out, you better run for cover, nobody is safe.
There is screaming and more screaming and tears and screaming...did I mention the screaming?
This little girl brings the peace to the chaos.
She looks at me and smiles and I reassure her I'm not mad at her, just her naughty brothers.
She wraps her arms around my legs and I find a little peace again.
I also find my peace at the beach.
I have declared Thursdays as our pack-a-picnic-lunch, grab all the sand toys, load the truck up, and drive a few miles away to the beach.
There are no fights at the beach, just a lot of happy; a lot of joy; a lot of love; and a lot of smiles.
lots and lots of smiles.
And peace is restored to our universe once again.