"Few people will understand that to love is like being able to select and read a good book. They don't just stop at the title or the cover. They stop because...they wanted to read the content. They wanted to read each word, each sentence, each line, but most of all, what was in between the lines."
I like doing life with my family. I don't mean just the highlight reel. Birthdays, holidays, vacations, and other extraordinary days. But the guts of life. The mundane, hard, suck the very being out of you stuff. It's not always pleasant. It's loud and busy and messy. And it's rarely easy. The tantrums and attitudes and fighting and sleepless nights. But it's these ordinary moments bookended between the photo worthy ones that stick with me the most. Homework and baths and chore charts and endless pages of chapter books and tummy raspberries and high-pitched giggles and kitchen dance parties and school drop-offs and grocery runs and towering laundry piles and a life lived like a run-on sentence because it simply doesn't stop, like, ever. It goes on and on. The good and the bad intermingling. The ordinary and extraordinary distant cousins. Each day resembles the next, yet distinctly different.
I like doing life with my family. Even on the nights when we're sitting around the supper table and the only thing I can think of as my favorite part of the day is nap time. Because yesterday or tomorrow a definite favorite will stand out, and someone will hooray with agreed enthusiasm--their favorite part of the day was the exact same thing! This life may not be glamorous or easy and it's definitely not mess free or quiet, but it's mine and it's my very favorite.
Here are some pictures from last month when I thought it was a good idea to take all three kids out for their yearly photo shoot--at the same time. The experience could be the perfect metaphor for our life. Disastrous, with both kids and parents having tantrums and attitudes and poor listening skills, but ultimately coming together to get the job done. And messy. Always with the mess.