A day full of one laugh after another. We busted out the sprinkler and the girls got to play in their clothes and not only that, but Daddy got in on the action.
Then I came through the kitchen to find Eliza dressed up like a princess. (This is a rite of passage in our home. I'm sure even Jeff has worn that crown a time or two.) There were two giggly girls but neither would admit to dressing up their baby sister.
It made me think, what has been my favorite day? (I'd like to say the days my girls were born, but favorite is not the word I'd use. More like painful.) My wedding day was pretty great. I wasn't stressed at all, and nobody around me was stressed that I recall. Just a nice, low-key sunshiny day.
Hmmm.... my favorite day ever .... I'm going to give this some thought.