Musings of a mother

This morning, as I wait (again) for the plumber to apparently not show up (again), to look at the leak under my kitchen sink

I decided to sort through random photos.

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The best photos around our house always have Emily's fingerprints on them and it got me thinking about her, and the three other females I live with, all my daughters.

A few weeks ago I was lamenting my choice to not take the good camera on our Hawaiian getaway. This morning I realized it wasn't a bad choice after all.

Because while Dan and I wondered (occasionally) what the four girls where up to the entire week we left them home alone, little did we know that they were innocently documenting their good times for us.

I love how Emily has always taken photos of her shoes and anyone else's for that matter. I'm pretty sure she possesses some innate passion for them.

While I heard through Julia's joyful, breathless descriptions of their impromptu sprinkler rendezvous, I had no idea how they looked soaking wet or how hard they had all laughed at the randomness of it all.

Emily, the oldest and natural leader of the bunch designated herself as evening fun coordinator, if you will. Each evening she planned a fun and unexpected adventure. Not surprising, she loaded the girls in her car and took them to one of her favorite spot's in the county.

And as Em and I sat at the kitchen table this morning over homemade bran muffins and talked about her forthcoming day, I couldn't help but secretly admit to myself how lucky I am to have this girl home one more year. I'm even luckier that she has the most wonderful way of expressing herself. Check out her blog and you'll know what I mean.

Thanks for the brilliant documentation!