The chilly wind blew leaves around me as I walked up to the house in the dark, before the day began.
My wonderful friend told me how important mornings with her girls were to her. She wanted this special time documented for all of them to remember. I arrived before any of them woke up so I could capture those first, precious sleepy moments.
As each little girl woke up she ran straight to the kitchen for morning snuggles from her mama.
Little hands poured milk, mixed biscuit dough and licked spoons (and the counter) right beside their mom while Enya played in the background.
Later wild giggles filled the room as little sisters did flips on mom while big sister dutifully plunked out her songs on the piano.
Mom kissed owies, cuddled, read endless books, comforted crying kids, broke up arguments and cleaned up messes all morning long.
Not glamorous, not styled. Just real, messy, beautiful life.
Eventually the exhausting daily grind of raising kids becomes the "good ol' days" as they outgrow your lap and trade scooters for cars.
The awfully ordinary moments end up being our kids' core memories and the ones we ache to remember.
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If ordinary isn't worth documenting, what is?