I'm not even sure what to call this here. It was just a lazy, calm Saturday evening, all the normal stuff was happening:
we're daily in the same room together,
Willa frequently cuddles with David in his lap,
Emma loves to curl up in those chairs,
Oscar is always hanging around to be apart of what's happening,
Enoch and Calvin regularly use the love seat as trampoline, &
Taran often moves through the house in a self meditative daze,
but somehow it's rare that these normal actions combine together so perfectly.