Treasures

Hans has a little dirt patch in the yard where he digs up all sorts of "treasures": bits of glass, two marbles, tiny shells.

Hans: (earnestly, running up to the door, covered in dirt, wearing his blue rain boots) Daddy, I brought you a TREASURE!)

Trey: Oooh! (holding Annika and looking at shells in Hans' grubby outstretched palm.)

Hans: This is Daddy Treasure (pointing to bigger shell), and this is Annika Treasure (smaller shell)

Kristina: (not knowing what Hans just told Trey) You're MY Treasure!

Hans: The treasure wears boots!

Sometimes I think my heart could just burst from beautiful, tender, hilarious moments like these!