Watching

Watching my flower girl walk down the aisle as a grown-up bride.

Watching my children splash their toes in the same lake where my husband splashed as a little boy. 

Watching the family fireworks show.

Watching my niece, Bree, now a big one-year-old, clap her hands and smile a thousand smiles. She's a miracle.

Watching my newest nephew wrinkle up his precious newborn face, curl into that precious newborn bundle, and not give his parents enough precious shut-eye.

Watching my feverish youngest child throw up mid-way through our long trip home as I frantically searched for a plastic bag. Which I never found. 

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Watching with disbelief and suppressed laughter {because what else can you do} as we hosed down a car seat, seat belt, blanket, and youngest child in a dilapidated manual car wash while my oldest child cried hysterically at the horrible-ness of it all and my middle child sympathetically comforted the sick one with encouragement and words of affirmation. It was classic. 

Life is beautiful, emotional, nostalgic, and sometimes disgusting. 

Happy July. : )