"The soul and the schedule don't follow the same rules"
-emily p. freeman
We woke up this morning and decided it was a perfect Florida day for a picnic. We got dressed, packed our lunches and off we went. We left behind a messy kitchen, unmade beds, and school work. The kids fed fish, rolled down the hills, and had races across the lawn. I won't act like it was filled with perfect bliss. They fought over who got the most bread to feed the fish, everyone always wants to win the race, and no one is ever ready to leave; but, it was perfectly imperfect. It was just what we all needed.
I am thankful for the lessons I have learned over the years as a mother; lessons I continue to learn. In our home, schedules are very flexible and two days rarely look alike. I've learned to embrace this. To try to live in these moments. There's something so amazing in the simplicity of just being together. I want to cherish these fleeting days of their childhood and continue to embrace spontaneity whenever we can. It really is good for the soul.