these are the days

These are the days…

of proud spin moves on the trampoline

of spending the afternoon driving the few miles from our home to play on the playground or feed the goats at the local greenhouse or go for a walk in the woods

of dandelions being brought in heaps

of sprinting to the windows every time we hear an airplane

of slowing down to treasure the ordinary moments

of worshipping the Lord alongside John while holding Anna in the midst of our Church family

of the fun and simplicity of a water hose on a warm afternoon

of her holding my hand while we sit with friends or watch tv

of her long and indiscernible but adorable monologues to herself

of constant breath prayers of wisdom and gratitude

of standing my ground over screen time and sugar limits

of Easter meals with baby cousins