soaking it in

Every summer for as long as I can remember, growing up we went to the blueberry patch. It was more of a working trip than it was about making memories, but the memories were made anyway. 

We would literally pick for hours and come home and stock the freezer full of fresh berries. Enough to last us until the next year. 

And as a kid, those summer memories seemed to happen at such a slow pace. In the best way, despite the many activities we were all involved in.

Now as a parent, especially as my girls get older, I catch myself desperately trying to grasp at each and every single moment.

To soak it all in.

Just look at that face!

You promised me blueberries mom!

Where are those blueberries?!

Ya know the well meaning little old ladies that tell you to enjoy every moment, it goes so fast!

It does, it does go so fast.

But it's easier said than done.

So even though it took us all summer to make it out to the berry patch, we made it. It was a gorgeous Kansas (technically MO...) evening with the entire patch to ourselves. We took our time, we picked, and we sampled, and we picked. 

{"We GET IT Mom, the biggest, bluest berries..."}

And we soaked it all in.