she woke me up

This morning at 6:22am I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder and a small voice telling me that she was sorry for using my camera without asking, but that she knew I wouldn't want to miss seeing the sunrise. I did not take these photos. Emma did.  (I did not edit them either.)

 It was sweet that she thought of me. I love it that she was going slow enough to notice the sky. I'm glad she took the risk of capturing it. It's affirming to know that she sees me pouring myself into things that I enjoy. I'm thankful she recognizes that beauty is for beholding. 

I know it's hard mamas, but make time for yourself. Do things that you love. Your kids are watching you. Trust me when I say that I'm just now beginning to see what a gift it is that we're giving them. 

Just look at that sunrise. 

rhythms

I don't like monotony. I'm not a fan of schedules. I detest the word routine. But I do like rhythms. And after a few sick days, then spring break, and yesterday was the broken wrist thing... I'm ready to have a regular pattern back please. Early morning exercise, mid-morning outings, lunch at home or in the park, afternoon quiet time, etc... I'm happy in my little rhythm.

All three girls went to school on time and as planned today. First time in 21 days. Ian and I had a major party complete with jumping on the bed and banana bread.

Whooo Hooo!  Hope you find your groove too!

Kites and crepes and stuff

I left my camera battery charger on spring break. It's coming back to me in the mail shortly (thanks Dad). Good thing the trusty ol' iphone still works, otherwise you wouldn't see what a lovely weekend we had. ​

​Sun, and wind, and kites, and picnics, and climbing trees, and crepes, and showers, and blossoms, and soup, and steam. 

You know what they say... "it's all fun and games until your favorite 9 year old falls and breaks her wrist!" (It's not bad... but no swim team for a month!) Bummer. ​