I somethings think about how this blog is sort of a highlight real of the good or exciting parts of our life, which isn't really a full representation. Sort of like a photo album, it doesn't capture the bad days. I think I'm ok with that. At the same time, I also don't tend to write about some of the really sweet moments, because they don't have a photo to go with them. I don't tend to take the time to reflect here.
A couple nights ago was one of those evenings I would have pictured before having children, when I imagined what family life might be like. Funny how rare those times can be. :) Alasdair came home from work while it was still light out, and Adara and I were playing outside. The kids had already eaten, so they were happy, and our dinner was in the oven. Exhausted from the day, I lay on the couch with my feet up while Alasdair played guitar (at Emily's request:) and the girls ran and danced and laughed together.
Simple, but so sweet.
(unrelated recent pictures)

