This week we had the longest day of the year. I always think that some year I will mark the day with a celebration, a nice dinner with friends and the kids staying up late catching fireflies. Somehow every year it slips up on me and I don't follow through with any of it. This year we had a regular dinner and evening at home with the four of us going about our regular routine. This year i'm not a annoyed with myself. This summer I've decided to work on being present with my life. I'm trying to set aside my phone. I might not get as many lovely pictures. I might be able to see the joy and surprise in my girls' faces though.

I'm still sewing away, but I'm trying to stay apart from the over scheduling. The last few months I could feel the tensions of schedules, and homework, and all the rest of life that seems to collide on itself at the end of a school year. I knew that all four of us needed to slow down and breath. So on the solstice, we did celebrate in obvious ways. We simply enjoyed being with each other in ordinary, mundane, routines, and loved every minute of it.