Today, we didn't clean off the table. We pressed play on David Gray.

We listened to Judah and Eden play Sorry.

While Zion made a fat bird out of beads.

Today, we didn't get stuff done or intentionally go out and make memories or snap pictures. We stayed home and made spaghetti.

We've moved several times in the past, and each time, Josey and I both have come away feeling guilty about the blinders we put on, how we push through and forget to live in each day.

So we left the dishes.

We read The Princess Bride.

We slowed down.