Today was one of those days that I dream about all winter long. The grey, dull winter clouds were replaced with the fluffy white summer variety. Here they are as seen from our garden.



Ana was in a glorious mood from sun up to sun down (and longer apparently. I can hear her playing in her crib while she's supposed to be sleeping right now.) My baking projects for the day were completed by noon and all turned out very tasty. My first stab at Graham Crakers -- success.



The mercury hit 58 degrees with the sun shining so bright that I put out the laundry to dry. Oh glory.



And Ana and I spent much of the afternoon outside basking in the beauty of spring. Me chasing Ana, and Ana giggling and falling down in the mud. I felt like I could do anything. I felt like I could have six kids, I even wanted six kids for a brief moment. And for those of you who are thinking, "I wonder how many kids they're going to have?" I reply: Let's take 'em one at a time people!

I wish I would remember days like this when everything seems to be going wrong. When my bread falls, when Ana is sick, when Dan is gone to St. Paul. But for today, at least, I'm going to enjoy it. Because it won't be long and Ana will be leaving home for college. And I'm going to wish I had these days all over again.

As I gently washed away the last of the mud from Ana's legs in the tub tonight, I pondered her small, chubby, fuzzy legs. How fast we grow, how precious time is.