Daughter number one was right, you see.
I won't be able to read bedtime stories forever. Nor paint pumpkins with excited little girls. And swinging with my little girl at my side on a beautiful autumn day? That opportunity won't always be mine, I'm afraid.
And so, my dear daughters: I conclude this tale with the hope that you will remember that once upon a lovely day in October, we painted pumpkins. I almost missed it, but I was so glad I did not. For I will look back and know that for an afternoon, at least. . .
We all lived happily ever after.