It was a day. In the morning my big girls joined our church youth to do service projects in the neighborhood and at the high school. I took my four youngers to cub scouts with me and we did a really great walking historic tour of our downtown, wrapping things up with fun at the park. Then it was rush home and change outfits to take Callie to Wicked. We had an amazing time, after which I was going to drop her off to rejoin the youth group for the next 2 1/2 days of youth conference, only the 20 minute trip took an hour and I didn't have a map or clear instructions and it was quite the exercise in frustration at rush hour. We finally arrived and were invited to help consume the plentiful dinner. I had left instructions for homemade pizza with Hannah, and Tyler was supposed to be home by 6 and as it was 6:30 and I had an hour long drive ahead of me I welcomed the idea of real food. At 6:40 I got a phone call from Hannah. "What cheese did you want me to make that pizza with?" Drat! That's the second day in a row that I forgot that we were out of cheese when it was time to make dinner (the other was for Camden's birthday dinner of homemade macaroni and cheese). And Tyler wasn't home from work yet. Hannah gets an A+ for being a good sport - babysitting for 7 hours while her mom and sister went to Wicked without her and then making dinner without proper ingredients. Oh, I felt badly!
But when I finally got home I found a fed, happy family all playing together in the backyard. It was one of those rare beautiful evenings where the temperature is perfect and the air is fresh and clear. It was such a treat to join them for a little while, to chat and play and just BE. After awhile, it began to rain. Not just rain, but POUR. It was such a fun end to the day; the kids couldn't get enough of watching the storm from inside the house and seeing little lakes forming in the field behind us.
I loved seeing this sweet girl watching the rain from her window. I am so, so grateful for beautiful, restful evenings such as this.
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