I admit it, it’s totally a downfall. Max hugs awkwardly, Ava chooses the absolute hottest, sweatiest times of day to want a hug, and Lucy loves hugs so much she shrieks if I put her down.
Yesterday, though, I hugged my kids. They are freaking awesome little people and I hate that I sometimes take them for granted.
We had a good day.
(also, I asked Max to contribute a blog post of his own. I told him he could write whatever he wanted, but then Dan showed him my Harry Potter post and I think he thought that’s what he was supposed to do. So I admit, I’m a little let down. I expected probably too much, because dude – the kid can talk like nobody’s business. He goes nonstop. I figured he’d slap out gems of information, like I’m Max, I’m nine, and here’s a working recipe for dynamite. It’s a work in progress. But Max is awesome and I’m including his post. Here ’tis.)
Hi. This is Max. This is what I think about Harry Potter.
I’m very sad about the series ending finally ending. It has a place in the hearts of millions, including me. At first, I didn’t like it. When I got about halfway through the first book, I started to get into it. By the time I finished it, I loved it. I read the third one in 3 days.( I’m not trying to brag.) I fell asleep reading Goblet of Fire. And now it’s all over. It’s just another Star Wars, Marvel, or Chronicles of Narnia. But Harry will always live in our hearts.