All of six of them... nine years ago... you know what they say, time flies...and yet I remember this day like it was yesterday. They've grown, they've changed, and they're still my babies.
Summer of 2005... these two had some kind of crazy umbrella fascination... and ended up breaking every umbrella we owned by the time the rainy fall weather rolled around.
Summertime, beach towels and ice-cream... what's not to love?
And there it is, perfectly ordinary happiness. My inner perfectionist is cringing because it's OLD happiness, and the kids aren't getting equal face time, and the photography's not perfect, and the grammar isn't school worthy. And I'm telling her to shut up, because the ordinary and imperfect moments of this life are where real happiness are to be found.