Last Saturday morning, I sat with a pink tutu wearing little on my lap with my silver coffee mug in my hand and had a perma-grin splattered across my face. There's no other word for it than splattered because that's exactly what it was as I watched my two nephews playing basketball on Saturday morning. Pure happiness.
How can it not be when you are watching the hilarity of a five year old and a newly minted four year old who really shouldn't have been playing yet but stepped in for a missing player do their thing with the basketball. Running as fast as they could up and down the court, jumping with their little hands splayed open, and feverishly working to steal that ball.
Pure cuteness inducing pure happiness.
Made sweeter by the fact the entire team is made up of littles I care about deeply and is coached by my sister-in-law.
The pink tutu wearing Punky ended up spilling my coffee twice but hey that's small beans. Then we all rallied and headed to Firecracker's basketball game which was slated next on the Saturday agenda. Again with the perma-grin splattering on my face. It was so sweet, watching that sweet red faced girl working hard to do her thing and then turning to find all of our faces when she scored.
It was a Saturday morning of dreams. My entire family all taking part in happiness and then instantly reminiscing the goodness over a lunch shared.
And then we had a birthday party for Little Man and Sister Pister complete with the sunshine. Finally the sunshine!
The sunshine continued to Sunday morning for my drive to the farm to run the seven miles on the gravel roads instead of the pavement. Sometimes I crave the squishy roads which hold stories of my entire life while running those long miles. There's something cathartic about clipping along where so many memories have been made. I think of them as I go and it makes everything right. My feet, that road, and this sky. I'm beyond grateful for the outside air, more so this spring than ever before.
Just as I'm beyond grateful for being a part of my family. Including Punky running towards me as I ran into the farm yard, hopping up and down exclaiming, "Oh Amy! You're home!"
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