A summer evening in Iowa

Sometimes I look up and it seems as if months of the children’s lives have flown by and I haven’t taken a single photograph.  Since I witness them day in and day out, it sometime appears that they have been this size forever, even though I know, deep down, that’s not true.  Some part of me realizes that I will look up in what feels like a moment from now and they will be all grown up so tonight I stooped to grab a photo of each of them.

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Tonight was lovely.  It was warm, but not too warm.  There were no bugs and no bloodshed, a rare thing indeed, with three children.  The girls danced and went on the swings off and on for hours and Will played the entire time in the mud pit that is his garden bed. 

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