Reality has completely set up camp at our house.
Last week in Colorado, this was the hardest I concentrated for pretty much the whole week.
Don't fall, don't fall was the only item on the to-do list.
Today was a just a bit different, with the smeared peanut butter & jelly everywhere, the cleaning, and the endless unpacking laundry.
Between the folds and conversation with a sweet friend, I remembered.
We braved class 4 white water rapids. Eh, let's be honest, Josh did all of the work and we lived to tell about it. But it was amazing.
|the Willeford's, McGuire's, and our trusty guide Josh|
I miss our nights at Club. I miss this little face watching games and taking it all in.
I miss it.
And the Rockies don't hold a candle to my babies.
|Emma loves feeding Ali|
All of the kids were asked to come down to the stage during dinner. My Sophie was unwavering in her choice to remain at the table to polish off her very own chocolate cream pie.
Sucking the marrow, baby.
While I change diapers and play restaurant with my babies, I will smile and remember how she scrunched up her face in adorable protest of having her picture taken. How my oldest could hardly hold still because she knew she was missing out on fun, somewhere.
And the littlest princess, she let the sun warm her cheeks and received a thousand kisses.
But home, our reality, is a blessing.