Every night after dinner, Avila and Max engage in squealing, laughing, wrestling fun. It often begins at dinner with one antagonizing the other (meaning Max is squealing at his sister) until they both are ready to play.
This is my favorite time of the day - not just because it's almost bedtime (which is early around here...7pm) - but because they've become accustomed to spending their last moments of the day having fun together. Their laughter and joy echo off the walls of our little family room and fill my heart with memories I will cherish forever. Many people try to remind me this is the best time of our life and, you know what? I think they are totally right.