Sometimes when my girls are fighting -- usually this means the older one is being mean to the younger one -- I call up a memory from last Christmas when they were cuddling on the couch together. I only have a mental picture . . . but this kind of joy is pretty wonderful in a real picture.
LOVE that pic of the family dancing around together.
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Sometimes when my girls are fighting -- usually this means the older one is being mean to the younger one -- I call up a memory from last Christmas when they were cuddling on the couch together.
I only have a mental picture . . . but this kind of joy is pretty wonderful in a real picture.
LOVE that pic of the family dancing around together.
that's Nie!!! i am crazy for Nie. she's a true life hero/inspiration of mine, before the crash and now after.
It's the little things, isn't it?
Great photos!
Lovely. Let me know when it's my turn on the ATV!
If our children are joyful, we are doing our job.
Your children are joyful.
These are the kind of pleasures that keep us going - the ones to treasure.
I have a series of pics of the Wonderboy in a full on belly-laugh that I love. Catching those moments is excellent.
Thanks Maggie. I put the link up.
Oh look at those faces! And her in the white in the white sheets. I'd want to stay in bed like that forever.
erin
simple and lovely. joy.
Those are the best moments, I try to constantly remind myself of that and to slow down...It really is the little things that matter :)
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That is just the best! They look so happy. xoxo
Love these pics! Love your blog.
Oh what fun! Family time = rejeuvination!
these are such cute photos- it's always the simple things that add up to so much in our souls.
They do look very happy together --- and on the ATV!
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