You know that moment – that moment when for a minute or two or hopefully ten, all little ones are peaceful and engaged and quiet and still and you just simply relish in the mama bliss?
Yes, it happened today.
The attention to the tree house tickled me the most – because, during my Monday morning stair vacuuming session, I kept entertaining the idea of the fairy tree house not being there in the foyer taking up space should no one play with it anymore ~ but then I admitted to myself, I really wanted them to love it despite having the total realization that you can’t force anyone to do anything, especially children. Perhaps they were done with imaginative play and now only desired to create with laptops…
And then boom! I turn around an hour later and there it is being loved up by a little <3
Many many many thanks to Bob MacCready of Willy Mac for a great day of laughs, inappropriate humor and fantastic ink. I only hope we didn’t force too many cookies on you!! Lots of love xoxo Sadie & Dreg
The Masters in the art of living make little distinction between their work and their play, Their labor and their leisure, Their minds and their bodies, Their education and their recreation, Their love and their religion. They hardly know which is which.
They simply pursue their vision of excellence in whatever they do, leaving others to decide whether they are working or playing.