Dinner with my family. It’s far less often than I would like anymore and yet tonight it happened. We worked in our garden, grabbed fresh food from the Farmer’s Market and sat together for a meal.
Simple and so important. Treasured moments over spilled milk and pleads for dessert. Smiles over bare feet in the grass and little hands catching crickets.
Mid week. Dinner together. No one having any commitments to anyone but ourselves.
Perfect.
~K
I saw someone post on facebook today congratulations to a group of kids. They were doing good service to others and when they were congratulated, it was said in the form of ‘way to share what you have.’
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Whatever it is you have…
I love photography and during two swim meets this week, I made it a point of taking wonderful pictures of not only my children but of the four ladies’ children with whose company I so enjoy each morning during practice. When they got home that night, beautiful edited close up pictures of their children were awaiting.
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It’s not much. Share what you have. I like it. Whatever it is. How big or how small.
~K
My husband’s birthday. I think we’ve now spent more of our birthdays together than apart.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
A lot of times we make a lot of dumb decisions as a teenager. I made far too many to count. Mistakes as we learn and grow, errors in judgment, acting without thinking….
Choosing him, though, was not one of the mistakes. How a confused fifteen year old who knew far too little for certain knew without a doubt that this person was the one … I don’t know. But I am very grateful for what it has become.
Happy Birthday, Love.
~K
Dinner with friends and lots of laughs.
Celebrating my favorite.
No worries about early bedtimes or packing backpacks.
Just good times.
~K
I had my day planned. Stacked busy with appointments. Every single hour was accounted for with a promise to be somewhere for someone. It was a day far busier than I prefer. I had arranged my kid’s to be scheduled with me, around each appointment.
And then… a last minute cancel. Ugh.
It’s so hot. I’d prepared for this meeting. I made my kids leave their pool time with their friends in order to make this meeting. It was frustrating. It was inconsiderate.
And instead of hammering around about it for too long, I began to rearrange. Sure enough, with the rearranging, my day could come to an end an hour earlier than originally anticipated.
Which… left my evening open for the last yoga class scheduled for the evening. What a perfect change of plans after all.
Namaste.
~K
Tennis for two, five little monkeys, rock painting, relaxation, yoga, gardening, pre-dinner playtime, birthday surprises, veggies galore….
Lots of smiles and lots of laughs.
Plenty of random goodness that has filled each crevice of the day.
~K
“Fly, little firefly, fly! Fly little firefly, fly!”
My daughter ran in her bathing suit next to her brother, also in his swim trunks through the front yard singing this song with such innocence and purity.
I knew the song, but couldn’t remember where we’d heard it. She’s so big anymore anyway, listening to all this pop music and bopping her head…. I don’t know where she gets most of the wild things that she says, much less sings. Still, I found myself humming along to her sweet little tune and in turn smiled, remembering it was Sesame Street after all where we’d heard this beautiful and fitting song.
They ran and frolicked, enjoying the privilege of being up late and the first official night of summer vacation so appropriately gracing us with a yard full of flickering fireflies.
Barefoot, squealing, cupped hands to the sky, she sang, teaching the words to her brother and they caught firefly after firefly.
Usually my kids have a pretty strict bedtime. Not this evening. We threw our schedule to the wind and enjoyed their little bathing suit bottoms chasing fireflies late into the night.
No regrets. I’m not sure who enjoyed our late summer night more.
~K
