a quiet morning, sleeping in and home alone. a happy family tumbling in from happy church, delicious leftovers no one had to cook. a new plastic kiddie pool in the yard, under a gorgeous sunny sky, filled with dog and balls and girls and laughter. laying out with magazines & homework & the breezy trees for company. sweaty tendrils of hair escaping ponytails; spiders, bees, ants and a nest of baby mice all duly noted & examined.
it was almost like they were little again. almost like i still stayed home with my Girls and experienced life alongside them rather than in half-told stories around the dinner table and across the house. it was very nearly perfect.