dear claire.

Sweetgirl,
When you remember today I hope you remember that I put bacon on your salad and that we played at the Gilbert House.  I hope you remember that I brushed your hair for ballet and let you build a fort in the living room.   Please remember how I blindfolded you so you could practice walking without being able to see, because for some inexplicable reason, this was important to you today.

I hope you forget the moments that I so desperately needed a do-over.  When I was sharp and impatient and irritable.

It's easy with the oldest one to expect perfection.  To forget to see that you are small because you're so much bigger than your brother and sister.  Today, I am grateful for grace and do-overs and the power of bacon on a salad.

I love you, Clairegirl.
Love,
Mom

forced stop.

We've had a little storm this week and it was just what we needed.

There have been brother/sisters sleepovers and snowball fights and a certain little boy who spent hours outside just rolling in it.

We have sledded with friends and drank hot chocolate and snuggled and enjoyed each other.  I introduced them to the Narnia books and the Frozen soundtrack has been on repeat.

School was cancelled again today, as the last of it melts.  Like a kid, I am excited for another day playing with my most favorite three.

new and exciting reasons to get out of bed.

"You haven't flossed me yet."

"I think the tag of my pants is in my buns."

"A baby bear just peaked at me through my window and crawled on the roof."