This is the Day...

Every morning on the way to drop the girls off at school, we sing a song. Not just any song, though. It's the same song every passing day. I like to think that we've sang it and talked about it enough that they really understand what it means. If not, I suppose it'll come eventually. But the cherry on top is that it gives me sweet things to look back on like this when they're older and are probably making my hair turn gray...
Kidding. They'll never give us a minute's trouble as teenagers given the fact that J & I were model children. Ha!!