There is so much I love about my life. I am a very blessed woman. It’s hard for me to pin-point my exact favorite part with all the choices I have, Mr. Miller, two darling daughters, a cozy little home… but among my favorite things about my life is the things I hear throughout the day.

Today as my girls were eating blueberries, toast and yogurt for breakfast, I hear Harlo say, “Oh my goodness Grace! (looks to me) Stella dipped her bread in her yogurt! (looks to Stella) You silly little ‘fing’!”
After they got down from the table and I was cleaning up our breakfast mess, I hear from the next room, “You just come right over here and give me a little kiss!” followed by a “mmmmuah! thank you!”
As we were driving to our Thursdays girl’s lunch, I hear from the backseat, “say ‘car!’… ‘caw’.. hehehe! say ‘mountain’!… ‘mou-tn’… good job! hehehe, say ‘rock’… ‘wock’… hehehe say ‘princess castle’!…. “cass-ul”… “good job! did you ear that, mom? Stella said “Cass-ul”!”
As I went the long way past the “princess castle” (the LDS temple) Harlo says, “Is Jesus working today?” (there’s a statue of Jesus in the visitors center that you can usually see through the windows as you drive by) we drove past and the shades were drawn and I said, “nope.. we can’t see him right now. We’ll have to try again later.” and Harlo looks to Stella and says, “I’m sorry, sweetheart! Jesus isn’t working today… we’ll have to see him later, okay?”

When we got to our destination, and were eating our breadsticks dipped in soup Harlo says without even looking up from her meal, “mom, I love you so much.” I said, “harlo, I love you so much!” and she gives me a little half-giggle as a sign of her satisfaction.

We we arrived home from our outing, and while I prepared the milk for my little babe, I overhear my 3 year old telling her baby sister, “Okay, Stel.. it’s that time. It’s nap time! You gotta be a good girl for mama, okay? I’ll be right here when you wake up.” followed by a “nooooo!…’ ‘yes.’ ‘noooo!….’ ‘Stella, yes.’ ‘ Nooooooo!!!”, “mom! Stella said no for me.”

After I got that little dispute settled, I settled into the rocking chair with my baby in tow and began to sing her usual afternoon lullaby, and over my own voice I hear Harlo singing right along with me, rocking her baby in the other rocking chair.
As I walked Stella to her room, I listened to her sweet humming — her usual sleepy time routine.

It really is the simple things, isn’t it? We live such a simple life, and it really is the most beautiful thing I could have ever imagined.