Our mornings are a whirl wind. Eating, getting dressed, brushing our teeth, and packing her book bag.

I get just a few minutes of every day, before the bus pulls up and turns my house incredibly quiet, where I get to take a deep breath and just watch her and listen to her. Just a few minutes, before I think I want to sit down or get work done, but then end up wanting her running around making messes instead..because the quiet is something I really never want to get used to.

In those few minutes we always head outside.

We play "I Spy." We talk to the chickens.

We catch snowflakes.

These are my favorite few minutes of every day.