Most days, this is the routine.  The Prose children unpack their school bags and separate important papers into respective piles.   Their lunch boxes are cleaned out and prepared for the following day. They have had a healthy snack, H's room is picked up and B has practiced his guitar.  Most days, when I enter the house, this is my very first sight.  They are on the couch, either reading or watching Netflix.  Either way, they are together, sitting closely.

And most days, I am reminded that we are the luckiest parents for having these kids, and they are the luckiest kids for having each other.