“It’s your turn mommy”, he announced after successfully skipping his Dad’s turn. He had already won once and we had rallied to beat him this time.
My little playing partner bumped me, excited to take our turn. She chose the card, and played. She loved every minute of it. They watch as we laugh and joke along with the game. They chime in, skipping one another, having to draw cards. When someone has a poor attitude we bring them back with a warm smile to the jovial party.
We are cultivating their hearts in the middle of the everyday.