Our days are full of simple joys. Of wonder. Of muffins, Of clothes hung on the line to dry. Of time with those we love. Our days are full of making memories and moments they'll treasure forever. Of making butter (to go with the muffins made earlier or to spread on their bedtime snack) and popsicles. Our days are full of love and happiness. Of snuggles and tickles. Of dancing and singing. Of blessings before meals and bed. Our days are full of meals eaten outside where we are happiest. Of candles lit as we prepare the evening meal. Of creating. Of loving. Of living. Of being a team and working together. Our days are joyous (even when they are rough because it means we are a family and we are living and loving and growing together). Our days are full. And splendind. And wonderful. And I wouldn't have it any other way.