I wonder when reading on Daddy's lap will not be the norm .  I think we still have some time.  Simple, joyous wonder.

A clean baby right out of the bath... baby lotion lathered all over that sweet little belly.  Hand-me-down jammies from big sis make me realize that time just keeps walking along.

A sweet taste of summer in the cold, cold days of winter.  I can't lie... I was eating it frozen out of the pan off the wooden spoon while it was cooking.

Our little four-year-old Madison learning that she loves to draw... and proud of it.  Sweet, simple joy.

Quiet house... granola still warm from the oven... a wee bit of time to be quiet.  Joyful.

Reading to little sis... fills up a Mama's heart.

A fresh, quiet layer of fluffy snow.

We get to watercolor on paper... God paints the winter sky.  Crazy the colors He chooses.  My first peek of this goodness came as I tipped my chair back and peeked through the window as I was enjoying my mug full of hot chili.

A perfect picture of simple joy... In the arms of Gramma Great.

Cold cold days... long naps in front of a wood burner... yes please.

Card games with my four year old...

A little game called 'peek-a-boo' with a brand new one-year-old.

One pink candle in one tasty banana muffin celebrating one big year.

Sleeping kids, quiet house, overdone chicken straight out of the crockpot, two forks, one plastic kids' plate, one heaping pile of bbq sauce.  Date night.

One Simple Snowman...

little hands in the kitchen