If you ask Emma, she would tell you the weekend was the berries. For many reasons.
Our kick off of playing on campus was just the beginning of the horizon of fun.
We began with a princess birthday party.
The perfect start to this sandwiched weekend.
And then we slipped back into the car, back to the nest. A few last minute details to welcome our family to Norman.
The Relatives Came is one of the greatest children's books of all time. My school librarian read it to me for the first time when I was Emma's age. I've been in love ever since. I checked it out every year in school. I read it to my class every year when I was a teacher.
And now it feels like a sweet interpretation of when our relatives come.
Back on the home front, Chris' brother Geoff held down the fort with the kids. All went well.
We jumped in our OU gear and headed to campus. Anyone who lives in the south knows we're serious about our football. There's a atmosphere that brews on campus on game day.
Pretty sure if you grabbed Brad Pitt and the Chic Fil A cow and threw them in the same room, my kids would pick the cow as the bigger celebrity. Cow's got rank in this house.
I peeled them off the cow and we continued on.
Yogurt Parfaits. Granola, yogurt, fresh berries. Breakfast is served.
Always a sign of a good weekend.
But when she comes to town and sits with my girl at the table playing Pictionary for an hour, my heart swells.
My girls were on it.
We began with royalty and ended in ballerina fashion, with everything in between being absolutely blissful.
Perfectly pink bookends for this weekend of blessing.