strawberries in rows.

Last week, we snuck out after Daddy got home from school to take advantage of the one afternoon we had a break from rain so we could pick strawberries. Always one of my favorite days! This year, Braxton and Daddy did most of the picking and filling while I snapped photos with a sleeping baby girl on my chest. Big brother was more interested in eating the berries than putting them in the basket, but he didn't whine too much every time we kindly told him no. He got to eat three strawberries while we wandered up and down the rows -- one at the beginning, another in the middle, and one right before our basket was full. He would eat all the time, all day every day, if we'd let him.

Now we've had strawberries overflowing in our fridge since last Tuesday, soaked and washed and sliced. We've nearly eaten them all, in true Bargeron fashion, and it'll be a sad day when we finish them off. We all love strawberries (well, all except Bethany -- who is currently proving that food is not her friend yet), so picking day is a crowd favorite.

The best part is us just being all together. Being in the open air with yummy berries surrounding us is an added bonus.

I suppose that we'll be chasing two children here next year, Lord willing, which is thrilling to think about. It's also heartbreaking to think about, too, so I'll stop there.

Mmm, making memories with my people. There's nothing else like it in the whole world.