A Mommy Story

Last weekend we spent a day in the country for the annual picnic with family and friends. The hosts have a home that can only be described as a child’s paradise: lots and lots of toys, a giant play castle, an enormous back yard full of grass so soft you can walk barefoot, and a fire pit with lots of seating to enjoy the warmth of the fire in the evening. OK, so it’s an adult’s paradise, too.

Cordy and Mira expelled a week’s worth of energy in one day as they roamed the grounds and lived life to it’s child-hedonist fullest. What did they do, you ask?

Eating. Lots and lots and lots of eating:

Bouncing on balls…

…and falling off:

Playing with the kids of friends, while I admired and wished for just a moment that my daughters were that little again:

Playing Queen of the Castle with a real (plastic) castle:

Gathering around the fire in the evening with friends and warm blankets for music and s’mores.

These are days that I never want to end. Days when I don’t have to work, when we’re surrounded by people we care about, when we can talk all day into the night about anything we want, and when the kids can run and play with each other without us needing to be right next to them. These are the few precious days we get in a large number of unimpressive so-so days. I hold the memory of these days as close to my heart as I can.

Also? In reviewing my photos, I quickly realized this child is determined to rule the world.