We all have those days. In my house, those days tend to be when the kitchen is a disaster, there are fifteen things left on the to-do list, and someone is asking for dinner when I swear I JUST fed them lunch. My morning cup of coffee taunts me from the counter, now quite cold. One is looking at the other wrong, someone had too short of a nap, and I just stepped on a pointy dinosaur-shaped car that I was sure I had hidden.
When they happen, I always find it a bit harder to create something beautiful. I usually glance at where my camera sits on my desk and then go raid my tiny stash of snacks instead and ponder how quietly I can open a chocolate bar.
Last week I had one afternoon that was particularly long. The kids were out of sorts and my night owl self had not been impressed with the hour on the clock when we had woken up that morning. Rather than count the remaining daylight hours on my fingers one last time, I grabbed the camera. I suggested we should go outside, adjusted my video settings, and wrangled everyone out the door.
I'm glad I did.
The first strawberries are just starting to ripen in our garden. The grass we planted for the kids' "greenhouse" is a few inches tall. Warm summer breeze rustles plants and little wisps of hair. Sand through fingers and in rubber boots makes for happy faces, even if it means my kitchen is going to need yet another round of sweeping once we head back inside.
Those days. Sometimes they make for beautiful memories.