I often forget, amongst the craziness that is having children, that they are magic.
They are unspoiled by our grown-up worries. We get to worry about the world and its insanities, and they get to worry about the best way to weave a flower crown.
Or who gets to water Mary's flowers first.
They take joy in letting the littlest have the first crown, and in being together.
Magic.
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