It’s not my birthday. But I felt like it was. My favorites are in town. I got to just hang out with them all day and night and I felt like it was my birthday celebration weekend. This is my dream come true.
The kids. The moms. The sisters. The Husband. All mixed together, playing and enjoying each other. That’s it. This is what makes me glow from the inside, so thankful, so filled with joy.
The littles were running around the house with trucks and small toys, making noise, chasing each other, banging on the drums and dancing.
The middle one made pancakes.
The big one slept in.
My loves enjoyed coffee together in the breakfast nook.
We didn’t have a plan and then one just came together.
We enjoyed the day unfolding, meeting everyones’ needs and just flowing. I love days like today.
We were at the soccer field, watching Charlie’s first match of the season, all of us sitting together on blankets and chairs in the sunshine and cheering and enjoying the journey.
We made raclette party food for dinner, everyone pitching in and loving the shared experience.
The middle girls baked meringue cookies and we stayed up way past our bed times again.
THIS is the life. Pinch me. I love it. I love them.
I am so happy they are here to celebrate my “birthday.’
Life is good. Namaste.