For example, the morning, where at 6:25 a.m. the voice of your two year old echoes through the quiet house. "Mommy! Mommy! Get me Mommy! I awake!".
In those mornings, where dream time is cut short, and in its place cuddles are exchanged, life is good. Earlier than usual, but still good.
Bickering later on, with bagel breakfast missed, and the discovery that the old(er) car will require repairs more expensive than expected, would fail to give a preview.
Because in only a few hours time, the money, the missed breakfast, and the fight would be a thing of the past. In it's place, the glorious sunshine, the warm faces of a community together, and the giggles, oh the giggles make it all worth it.
Memorial day weekend gives us that first taste of summertime. The girls enjoyed all the street fair had to offer: horse rides, moon bounce, train rides, and the Whip It. Devouring ice cream cones, Mo declared, "This was a fantastic day!"
I couldn't agree more.
|Mo does it by herself this year!|
|Daddy & Maeve on her first horse ride.|
|Sweaty hugs are the best|
|So fun they had to ride it again!|