The Magic of Ordinary Days

My very favorite thing to do with my girls is to take a walk over to the park by our house. There is magic at that park. There is nothing to be done, nothing to be cleaned, no to-do lists to write. There are only . . .

ladders to climb, slides to ride,

games to play,

puddles to splash,

sprinklers to run through, rocks to be thrown in the fishing pond,

dreams of playing soccer,

and conquering the monkey bars.

There is something about the sunshine at the park and the way it highlights Macy's gorgeous curls and the way Julia looks up at me from the stroller, smiling and cooing until she can't keep her eyes open one more second. These are the moments I desperately want to stamp on my heart, to engrain deep in my memory so that years from now I can recall every detail of how they look, the warmth of the sun on our faces, the simplicity of their lives and how much I love being their mama. I am blessed.