Our morning tea, a ritual I find so lovely, so endearing, and so heartwarming. It's probably because of all the years of seeing my parents take it so seriously. Now, it's my turn. And I'm loving it. Preserving it for E's memories.
Evening streaks of sunshine in the parking lot by the lake. It even makes the concrete worth looking at again.
A little picnic on the grass. Kicking off shoes, reveling in the fresh air, tasting the warm bread, and listening to E's delight every time she sees a dog.
Elisha at the window in her room, which gets fabulous afternoon and evening light. She can carry off polka dots anywhere!