It was like one of those mornings that you read about in a book or a magazine, depicting a perfect scene at home, on a weekend morning.
One boy off playing, my husband just made us breakfast of french toast sticks with sprinkled powdered sugar, my daughter ate at the table, I ate on the couch, sitting with coffee and orange juice.
I wonder, now, what my daughter was thinking about while eating her breakfast because soon after she finished she retrieved many toys from upstairs and the basement and gathered them into the kitchen. I picture her daydream being one of big plans and many shapes and colors.
She played for so long – it was interesting to me the detail and care she put into her play. She would often break out into a Taylor Swift song, almost as if she forget her parents were nearby.
She just played.
Finally, after almost an hour, I sat on the kitchen floor with my camera. This is no small feat as my belly is now the size of a small pickup truck. As soon as I sat, I wondered how I would get up.
She noticed me across the way and began explaining her city to me. The garbage trucks and the homes and the apartments. It was interesting to me; she reminded me what it was like to be little and young and that play is so good and so vital.
I soon had Brian help me up because I actually felt like working in the house. I wanted to clean and set up the baby’s room. It felt right and it felt so good to be doing things.
So, I let her play.
And I began my own kind of play. Going through baby clothes and new purchases and picturing what this boy (it’s so hard for me not to use his name) will look like in these little tiny monkey shoes, how he will smell, what his skin will feel like against mine.
I spent a lot of time daydreaming.
Probably a lot like my daughter, as she ate breakfast.
I used to play like this with legos when I was a little girl, using them to build homes and cities. The photo is beautiful.
Your daughter looks so sweet and how great that she can play that long independently. My girls basically think I am the ring master at the circus and god forbid I sit down to relax for a minute, they are all….you never play with us!!
Sadie at heyMamas
Oops…commented on the wrong post. I was saying how I love to watch children play. Your belly looks great. I’m 5 weeks behind you.
My eldest is just getting to the age where she can get totally lost in her own world. Fortunately, her younger siblings love to follow her there. I love seeing them in that place.
Seriously Beth ~ that is some awesome photography
Did you take the one of you, and if so HOW? But the one of your daughter and her play is so pricelessly beautiful 
Oh, Beth. I think this is one of my favorite posts ever. (And that belly – oh the belly. Gorgeous.)
Thanks for sharing that sweet slice of home and family with us. Really touching, and such an awesome reminder.
xo elizabeth
Great post!
I am a daydreamer myself– and my son inherited some of my ways too… I posted about it back in November.
He loves playing superheros– and I look at him and am amazed at how into his own world he gets!
Beth, what a beautiful post and photograph of play. I love that kind of play.
And daydreaming? I think I’m gonna do some this weekend….
