A couple weeks ago we'd just finished a day of work.
Evening came around and even tho we probably should have already been on task getting kids to bed, they were out playing happily in the back yard.
The sprinklers were going.
Mr. C. and I sat down on the couch and didn't want to get up.
We talked about how cute they were out there, playing.
And I don't remember what else.
Guests in the wreath at the front door.
Mr. C. spied them first and we were mesmerized, watching them flutter in and out for a few minutes.
It was the magical gift of the night.