I am on a mission. A mission to make my days better. Real living....remembering who I am, making better choices, playing in the dirt. I want the days of children....I want that feeling in the evening, the feeling of a day grandly spent. Whether it was spent digging thistles in the yard for a penny each, or reading a book until your eyes ached. Coasting down hills, swimming until you dropped, having a foot race with your favorite pup. Watching fireworks wrapped up in a blanket with your best friend ever, laughing until your stomach actually hurts, taking a walk with the sweetest boy on the planet. A day grandly spent.

It's amazing to me that we forget who we are so often. What did we used to love? How did we used to breathe? What did our mother's footsteps sound like? What does summer taste like? How did we used to forgive so easily? Living with a six year old boy does wonders for my memory.