The best time of the day is the time spent with my children, listening to them, talking to them, hearing their perspective, giving my perspective. The best time is when the tall lanky bodies hug my small frame from behind giving me a peck on the cheek. The best time is when they hear me venting out or see me sulk and try and comfort me. The best time is looking at the sparkle in their eyes when they talk about their dreams.

Let me savor these moments, as I know I will miss these best times 4-5 years down the line when my older child would have flown away from the nest and the younger child would be preparing for it. I wish all their dreams come true yet I will always miss these “best times”..