My oldest daughter is 14. This evening, after all of the kids were supposed to be in bed, I had just started working on a household chore that was relatively involved. All the tools were out, the panel was off, I was on the floor… and that eldest daughter, who should have been asleep, asked me if I wanted to snuggle.
If they lay me to my final rest tomorrow, let it be known that I snuggled. Chores can always wait, but they grow up too fast to miss those moments when they come.
The Opportunity Machine 