Something must have triggered Savannah’s memory of watching the fireflies in our yard last summer because she has been asking about why she never sees them and where they are. The reason she never sees them is because she is in bed before it gets dark. So tonight after the boys went to bed, Sam, Savannah and I sat on our porch and watched for fireflies. Sam read Savannah a story, we talked about stuff like when she was littler and things we want to do in the future…and I drew Savannah looking out the door, watching for the fireflies. She was very excited to see them, and every time she spotted one, she was sure to tell us where. It was a fun time for all of us. Seeing Savannah enjoying a simple pleasure like watching fireflies reminds me to appreciate all the simple things in life that we so often take for granted.
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