last night our room and home were filled with tiny little hearts that had their first sleepover at uncle ian and aunt rara/lala’s house.

the refinished wood floors in our room were covered with little beds made of sleeping bags and blankies and the stuffed pig and bunny, and the youngest slept in his crib.

we fed them sugar and disney movies and didn’t say no to any requests.

“e, did you have more fun at uncle ian’s the night we slept there with you or the night we were at the hotel,” his mom asked.

“the night you were at the hotel.”

two littles from my side and two littles from the murphy side, a murphy little sister and her friend, and a dear friend of the aunt and uncle all sat around a small dining room table for breakfast, wearing pjs and happiness.

our home was packed tight and it was good. because loving hard makes us so full.