Sunday Farmer's Market

Sunday Farmer's Market... So many colors, flowers and smells... it was a little slice of heaven.

The day began with coffee and "sonts" (croissants) and ended it with roasted leeks and chicken, greek salad, hummus, staziki sauce, and pepperoncinis. Yum. Audrey relished her job of mixing dressing onto the salad; and we clapped our hands when Evangeline finally succeeded in getting a slippery piece of avocado into her mouth.

After she asked to be excused Audrey went into the living room, threw up her hands, and exclaimed, "Oh, I like your bookshelf, Mom. It's really beautiful."

"Thank you," I said.

"But Daddy can't - Daddy can't take it down 'cause then it's gonna make a really big mess!"

She may be only two but it seems one is never too young to recognize the law of cause and effect...

After dinner we all snuggled on the couch eating popcorn and watching The Black Stallion. Evangeline slept on Dutch's chest. Audrey and I put together her animal puzzle and afterwards danced "the puzzle dance" - which is, in fact, shockingly, just as highly choreographed as it sounds.

When Dutch tucked Audrey into bed she nuzzled her nose up next to his and I heard her say, "Oh, I love you my Hessel." He came walking down the hall shaking his head.

"There is just nothing better, is there?" I asked.

"No," he said, "nothing."