The ordinary moves us the most. Little Brother, who has just spent nearly all his pocket money on a DVD (Disney's Frozen, to be exact... Little Brother is pretty unfathomable), happily states: "But I still have 70 cents left and that is quite a lot of money!" His blissful smile as he was watching the movie was actually priceless.
I don't know whether this is some sort of symptom of the past four and a half years - boy, have we begun to appreciate the little things in life - or simply a common emotion that all parents experience. Obviously there is nothing that sets me and Kenji apart from "the average parents", but sometimes our (partially) secluded life makes me wonder to what extent our particular journey has influenced the way we look at our children.

Kenji and I simply sit next to each other and sigh. Without having to say a word, we both know that those sighs are sighs of happiness, that we are counting our blessings with Big Brother and Little Brother. More and more we are becoming aware what a huge privilege it is to be their parents. The boys aren't tiny saints, nor are they superheroes - trust me, I know that for a fact. But the bond we are building as a family, and specifically the connection between both brothers, is rapidly getting stronger.

Each night when I kiss Big Brother and Little Brother goodnight for the second time, before I go to sleep myself, I feel like the luckiest person in the world. Those two kisses, one on Big Brother's beautiful brown hair and the other on Little Brother's soft cheeks, make my day, every single day. (And I never stop at two kisses, I kiss and kiss until I almost wake them...! Their smell is simply intoxicating.) Whatever they did during the day, whatever I said, whatever went right, whatever went wrong - it all vanishes in thin air. What remains is the moment and that moment is always perfect.

And never in a million years had I expected to be singing Frozen songs with my boys, dancing around the living room with the soundtrack on repeat. If you ask me, the ordinary is far from self-evident.

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