Finishing the basement, installing toilets, cleaning fingerprints, organizing cupboards, etc.
The house is almost complete.
Honestly, I can not remember the last time I slept for more than five hours.
It has been a lot of work.
I'm tired.
Really tired.
And when I am tired, I am not so good at observing the details or enjoying the simple things in life.
That is when my boys come in to play.
Their spunk, creativity, and delight for life rejuvenates my abilities to enjoy the simple pleasures life has to offer. They are teaching me to acknowledge and love the daily wonders life has to offer regardless of exhaustion, to-do-lists, or commitments.
Wonders like moose wandering through our neighborhood
daddy wrestle time
discovering the slide for the first time
moments to laugh,
{for the record, I think Nate is extremely handsome in his basement "mudding/caulking" pants.}
moments to share love and snuggle with an awesome aunt who is the best book reader
making faces with the uncle Preston
dancing in the street with ice cream when good news comes our way
Enjoying chocolate cake for the first time
discovering ears
bath tub toe raisins
rolling up and down every possible hill.
taking time to acknowledge and marvel at the miracle of life
{even when the form of life is a baby mouse that was found in your overgrown garden or finches who sleep on your house light every night and leave their bodily wastes feet away from your front door}
being fully and completely loved
wearing soccer cleats at all times, in all things, and in all places
exploring cupboards for the first time
bread chicken moments
and naked mud time outside
Life is packed full of simple, small, marvelous wonders.
"My kids have captured me, and I am surrendering.
I am no longer mine, I am theirs."
-Iris Krasnow
I am no longer mine, I am theirs."
-Iris Krasnow
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