We had a crazy weekend full of fun and celebration. Loads of stuff going on, lots of friends and family, a messy house, too much food, and a different schedule.
Naps were skipped, routine was broken, too much sugar was had, and bedtime… what bedtime?
I’m flexible with changing our schedule and breaking some of our own rules in the name of fun every once in a while, but I would be lying if I said I don’t greatly prefer routine and order.
My girls prefer it too. It’s easy to tell.
Monday morning we were back to our norm, just the four of us and the dogs. Our house was cleaned up from the party, only the flowers and some cake remained. We enjoyed our usual family breakfast, played together in the glorious morning sun, and simply enjoyed each other in our little home.
It was a breath of fresh air.
It’s fun to capture the big, special moments in life but I have a feeling those will be easier to remember down the road. It’s the ordinary, normal moments that I want to make sure I never forget.
The days of regular and mundane.
It can be easy to look at this ordinary morning and think nothing much of it, but looking back through these pictures I see anything but ordinary. I see some magic in there, some wonder, a little extraordinary, but mostly a whole lot of love!
Oh, how I love this sweet little life of mine!