Just a Tuesday in July

In my head I'll wait until their hair is brushed, faces washed. They are wearing clean, and hopefully matching clothes. Oh yeah, and the house will be clean, dusted and fresh flowers are in the vases on the mantle. That is when I'll take my camera out and snap a few photos of my growing kids.

That has happened exactly zero times, ever.

Good thing my pride can handle dirty, half naked, droopy eyes, and usually a bit of a food.

This was a sweaty afternoon, post nap. This was just them. What I love most. What I truly want to remember.