Monday, March 24, 2014

oatmeal on the porch

Life is moving far too rapidly for me.

Yet, the tiniest, most seemingly insignificant moments keep me sane.

On Saturday, Lily woke up from her nap and requested oatmeal. And once you give a hobbit some oatmeal, she will ask to sit on the porch. And once she plops down on the porch, she will tell you to sit down next to her. And once you sit, she will put her arm around you and murmur, "shanks, mama."

And then she will eat her oatmeal and you will breathe in the smell of her messy post-nap hair and feel completely fulfilled and content.

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