From today, I want to remember . . .
That we finger painted on the deck this afternoon. . .
The way he drew his hot-rod, "Just like the one I'm going to drive one day."
The way her hair fell in her face & had paint in it - and she hardly noticed. . .
The paint (washable - whew!) that was all over their hands . . .
The way they would dip their fingers into one color paint, and then dip them into another color paint . . . and then she'd say "I'm making a rainbow . . . see Mom? . . . a rainbow"
My babies. . . my lovelies . . . my littles. . . growing fast and furious.
We slowed down today to paint, and for almost an hour, time seemed to slow down too as I tried to drink in every last ounce of this moment and the way we are today.