{everyday life}

I want my kids to remember not only the holidays and big fun adventures, but also what their life was like every day as a child.  I want them to look at one "insignificant" picture and have a flood of memories come back to them, "Oh, I remember that couch..."Daddy always used to ..."Remember when..."Oh, those were my favorite....I had forgotten about those."   

The kind of everyday moments that as an adult can all of a sudden make you choke up.

You know, just everyday life with the ones you love.

Eliza in Daddy's slippers.

Reading, reading, reading. 

We read on the couch downstairs cuddled up in blankets, we read on Mama's fancy red chairs, we read on the other couch with all the pillows, we read upstairs in the loft, we read on our bed, we read on Henry's bed, on Henry's floor, in Eliza's room on the floor or in the brown rocking chair.  We read in the hall. 

We read, read, read.

Henry rejoined us right after this picture was taken.  He was not in it because he was too busy running all over the place because he was excited Daddy got home from work.