Just a Day in the Life

Yesterday was Selah’s first day of “Frozen Camp “. It’s really a local acting school that has a two-hour per day, three week long, camp for 4 to 6 year olds…with a production of “Frozen” at the end of it. I tried to grab a few pictures of her going in, but ended up with just one

She did so well – telling me she was fine and I could leave once we got there (???!!!). I mean seriously. Where did my little girl go. This growing up part is overrated for Mom, that’s for sure.
After I picked her up, the time was too sweet for me to leave (and I missed the window to drop her at school), so I missed the rest of work and had a “day date” with her before heading home to grab Asher, who was recovering from a very sleepless lake weekend. We decided to grab Pinkberry for a treat:






Then Daddy had a late day at the office, so the three of us headed to the park to get out of the house before dinner, complete with sidewalk chalk. Selah drew a great rendition of our family, while Asher rolled in the chalk and rubbed about as much on his face as on the concrete. Here are my little Picasso’s at work:









These are the moments I love. Those ones between the really hard stuff. The ones where time seems to fly rather than inch by. These are the moments where the days can seem so long, but the years are far too short. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t tired constantly, wishing for a nap. But so much more importantly, I also cannot remember a time in my life that I have ever been more grateful for. I want to bottle it up and save it for a time when I need some sweetness. So the closest I will get is memorializing it here in print and pictures to re-read on a rainy day – this bit of sunshine, a warm memory. So thankful for today.

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