Last night, as I was helping Stone brush his teeth, and holding a very tired, cranky Sage, Saylor headed upstairs to hop into bed. He noticed that the sheet on the king-size bed felt all "crumbly" and so took the sheet off and went to get a clean sheet out of the closet. On his way back to the bedroom, sheet in hand, he passes by our big wind tunnel fan, and the sheet does something quite exciting...spreads out into this lovely, billowy fort. So, there he stops. He attached the sheet carefully (it was the bottom sheet, so he used the elastic stuff) to the back of the fan, and then ran downstairs to get all of us saying "you have GOT to see this". We all ascend the stairs and see his magnificent creation. He invited us all in, Sage is now anything but cranky, he's all smiles and excited to be in the fort all together. Saylor yelled down to invite Grandma up to check it out, and she and Max made their way in, as well. Even though it was late, we lounged around in there for a while before making our way to bed. Stone was saying "this could be our headquarters" and then told me he learned what headquarters were by watching X-Men.
I am thankful that I have the ability to seize these moments of togetherness, creating new memories to add to our already overflowing happy memory bank. I am so thankful that I'm not a parent trapped in the "it's time for bed.period." mindset. I would have completely missed this wonderful interaction with my boys. I'm thankful that we really can follow our hearts, and that our hearts get to dictate what we do, when we do it, how we do it, instead of the clock or the calendar of the public schools. We would be missing out on so much, living our life in any other way.