Sometimes it's the smallest things, like the kids excitement at going through the carwash.
Sometimes it's the anticipation of something. I promised to take them painting in the park on the weekend. We took a not-very-healthy, not-very-homemade, but very tasty picnic.
We savoured the beautiful colours of a lovely spring day.
I and Little Lady talked about painting techniques (with her explaining foreground and background to me and me trying to convince her to clean the brushes properly). The boys forgot about painting and were off like a shot with their dad to see the ducks and play football.