I love this face.
these.) The house would smell of cookies and sunlight and I would bustle about my perfectly clean house in a smile and a fantastic apron.
My girls would smile and laugh and helpfully help each other and Maddie would play quietly on the floor next to us and Bella would never even dream of cutting her shirt with the scissors or touching buttons on the Cricut or having meltdowns every three minutes or poking herself with the pins or demanding more cheese sticks.
Well, at least the wreath got done. And I never actually yelled. Success! It's still my favorite time of the day.
*Sidenote: Olivia's teacher asked me, as I was volunteering at the book sale, if I was "responsible for Olivia's unique sense of style." (You can tell she thought that question through for a while before she decided on the least offensive wording.) I told her that Olivia was entirely at the helm of her own fashion boat, and I just tried to make sure the clothes were clean when they left my house in the morning. The fantastic combinations of elements are pure Liv.