And was like, "Yeah, I'm rocking this painted face!!"
We went to the Art's Festival that evening. The atmosphere of our city was alive and vibrant. Michael's mom was able to join us, and we ran into some old friends and some of our good friends from church.After dinner we headed over the to splash pad. Isabella was a little hesitant at first, but then she got in and had a great time.
We decided to move on after her second crash and a big collision with an older kid.
It was a day that included every day things like laundry, unloading and loading the dishwasher, making breakfast and lunch, doing nap time, but also things like a great walk through our neighborhood, fun at the museum together, and a great time at the art's festival. I tried to soak in and appreciate the ordinary along with the extraordinary. I went to bed with a full and happy heart. (And I went to bed lamenting that I am reading the last harry potter book. A little slow on getting into these, but I have loved the last several books and I'm sad to finish the series.)