day in the life - a picture story

Ava woke up with the messy morning hair and it just made me smile.

The toddlers laughed and made a big mess at breakfast because their toys wanted to eat their food, too.

Cannon made art, because art makes him happy.

We played with bubbles in the backyard and ate snacks in the garage, and I never want to forget that Beckett calls them sprinkles instead of Pringles.

The kids went roller blading and bike riding and made a gymnasium out of our basement.

The neighbor kids came over and one of them told me “No offense, but you have the messiest garage I’ve ever seen.”

Harper made cupcakes from scratch, without following a recipe. I told her I didn’t think they wouldn’t turn out without a recipe, but everyone loved them. I look forward to her proving me wrong even more in her life.

Braylen fell off the back porch stops and every single one of his big siblings came and kissed his bruised forehead.

Beckett saw me get the vacuum out and demanded that he do it by himself, and I had the thought, “Ah, this is when stubborn independence begins to pay off.”

The kids waited for Alex to get home from work on the front porch, like they always do in the summer. He brought Wendy’s home because I didn’t want to cook or go to the grocery story, like I always feel in the summer.

A few monkeys got caught jumping on the bed, and then we washed the day away to rest up for a new one.

This life is rich, isn’t it?