How Lucky We Are

So last night after we got home from Cedar Rapids, but before we had gone to the grocery store, we were hungry.  Bakers Square does a pretty good dinner so that's where we went.  The night was still young but not young enough for Jolly Holiday Lights so we just drove around and looked at the lights.
I was in the front seat with Danny.  Ashlyn, Hayley and Jacob were in the back.  I don't know who was stuck in the middle, I think they switched off.  Christmas music was on.  Ashlyn decided to add her own creative touch to many of the songs.  She would throw in a little bit of scat or an unnecessary repeat of a word.  There might be some doo be doo's that didn't belong.  The more Jacob said her name through gritted teeth, the more creative Ashlyn became. 
And my heart was warm with holiday cheer.  They weren't really fighting.  They were really enjoying each other and Danny and I are so fortunate that our children really like each other.  Whoa!  A lot of really's in those sentences, but I am really really happy about all of the tidings of love and joy that my children have for each other. 
It wasn't always that way.  They have loved each other, obviously.  But their like for each other has wavered some what over the years.  That is to be expected as they each when through their different stages.  Now we are all at a place where we all seem to enjoy each other.  It is quite nice.
I smile when I hear them laugh together.  I cringe when I say something stupid and know that they will gang up on me and make me feel all the more stupid.  I smile again when I hear them laugh at their own cleverness at my expense. 
I want to save these moments, like so many of the moments before these.  I want to be able to open this box of great times and relish in Danny and my good fortune to have kids that truly enjoy each other.  We feel so blessed that they rely on each other for laughter and life. 
I think ahead, to when they are all adults and we are lucky enough to have a full house with spouses and grandkids and dogs.  I imagine those evenings that will drag out around the kitchen counter.  The stories that they will tell.  The truths that will come out.  And I will look at Danny, like I did last night and know how lucky we are.