While dinner was being cooked the other night, I sneaked into the back porch to take some snapshots of what our evening usually looks like. The kids get so excited when they hear the garage door opening, screaming "Daddy's home...!" with glee and running to hide so that David would go on the hunt for them. The funny thing is that I never realized how often Summer finds her way into her ballet attire after looking at these photos. My, how much has she grown, blossoming into a ballerina. I love these photos of David cuddling with Forrest while Summer does her usual dance performance. Love. That's what it is.
