Something very interesting happened tonight as I was reading a bedtime story to my 5 year old niece. 

My two older, too cool children snuggled up on either side of us and listened to the stories as well. Not only did they listen, but they really enjoyed it. 

It reminded me that no matter how big they get, they’re still kids and those quiet moments are important and precious. 

It was not only a moment of shared happiness but one of shared love as well.