Years from now, an older version of me will pat the knee of an older version of Ryan, as we rock back and forth in our rocking chairs, and I’ll chuckle good-naturedly as I say something like,

“Oh, and then there was the day that Viv fell passionately in love with beating on the drums singing Shew Fly Don’t Bother Me at the top of her lungs… Yep! All day long! And Lia, in her own little world, discovering how to make spit-bubbles with that age-old slow parting of the lips, droning “mwaaaaahhhh…mwaaaaahhh” All day long! Boy,that was a good day!”