Our house has floor to ceiling windows in the kitchen. They're not glamorous. Old and drafty, the frames are scratched up by the previous owner's cats. Luca looked at me standing there awkwardly staring out the window. He could see me from the other room, but he couldn't see out the window down to the driveway. "What are you smiling at?" He asked me. Confused why I had been standing there motionless with a silly smile on my face. Just watching my kids play hopscotch on a warm spring day. Just feeling perfectly happy for a few minutes.
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