Grace in the Everyday

Today was a long, demanding, fun, and filling day.  It amazes me that these things can all go together.  Motherhood is like that.

Breakfast came with a bit of inspiration from Ann Voskamp.  Set the perfect tone for the day.

Then the rhythm of the day came.

There was reading, and more and more they can do it without me. Well, sort of, I mean they aren't actually reading but they follow the story (or make it up) from the clues they do know.


Eli ask questions of Walker in the same way I ask question when we read a book.  And my heart explodes.


And Walker can ask the questions, too.  They have created a reading corner.  Learning centers are developing in our home, organically.  Amazing.

Art Time.

Note that blankie is close at hand.  It just might be that Colin is the best colorer of them all.  He is impressive with a crayon.  It may be that mommy won't let him near the paint too often, but whatever.

There is lunch. Some picking up (as a team), some vacuuming (which they love a little too much) and some kitchen cleaning that is completely erased by the end of the day, but today I find joy in it.


There are cuddles after a (much too short) nap.

Colin has a low fever and a rough cough and just needs a bit more mommy. He picked out his sling for the babywearing.  No, he says to the back ride in the babyhawk.  He choses the hotsling so he can sit on my hip.  I'm glad he still chooses me.

Not to far into the afternoon Eli rushes outside, "To hurry and play before the sun goes away!" Walker has no interest until after dinner when daddy refills the sand table.  The construction crew of two is perfect.

Bedtime is delayed for no discernible reason and everyone starts to pay the whiney price.  Grumpy children are escorted to bed and fall asleep in a flash.

Ahh, I cannot wait for what tomorrow holds.

Today was a good day.  Nothing big and special, but millions of little and special.