A Sunday

June and I went to Target. We got diapers and wipes, a shirt and shorts for her, a few other little things needed at home. Dad fixed the mirror on his scooter. June said, "Hi daddy" through the screen window multiple times. They left for a walk and I met some friends for lunch. June was sleeping when I came back and Marc and I took our weekly Mosie timelapse photos. June woke up and cried because daddy was leaving. He went out with some friends to Cheer Up Charlie's for a Prince dance day party. I wished I could go dance and get drunk and be free for one day but I am pregnant and happily so, so I stay back with the bug.  I put the finishing touches on my slow cooker meal and feed June a snack. I watch the some of Trainwreck and play with June a bit, and she keeps herself busy too. We go outside and I work on cutting back overgrown oregano and she explores the yard. She wants to swing so I put her on and we do that for sometime. It starts to Rain, gently, and the tree canopy blocks us from feeling it. The rain picks up and we walk toward the house but June doesn't want to go in like momma. I let her stay out in the gentle rain as she stays right outside the window playing with the chairs and the water drops on the concrete. I do some work in the kitchen where I can see her and fold some clothes. She does something that draws my attention enough to walk outside and check her. We play with her little kickball and she laughs so hard it makes me laugh. I finish up some yard work and she starts digging in her digging spot. I go back inside and watch her from the window, so content, getting dirtier by the second. It makes me smile seeing her play in the soft, lightly wet earth. She is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. After much time, enough to get the laundry done, she is ready to come in and signals in her own way. I come help her out of the garden box she plays in and wipe as much dirt away as I can but its no use. I take off her her shoes and her adorable jumper and we walk hand in hand inside, straight to the bath. She is excited and ready for the bath. I put her in before its full and she giggles as the water pours out. Our shower head leaks a sprinkling of water on her head and she delights in this.  I let her do her thing while I rearrange the medicine to a higher position on a shelf. She figured out how to open up the drawer today where they reside and it's time to move them. She plays until her hearts done and says, "Uppa" to have me pick her up. Her shoe-booty slippers happen to be on the changing table and she wants them on. Dressed in a diaper and those booties she cheerily walks off, after some giggles on the changing table. I feed her dinner and we play and read some books. She poops and I get her ready for bed. She is sweet and playful up until the very end when I put her down, she curls up and I give her her bunny and her "nigh-nigh" (her binky). I don't know how I am going to go to work tomorrow. I cry right now as I think about it. Today was so beautiful and peaceful and happy and I want everyday to be with her, just like this. I cry now because it was so beautiful and she is so beautiful and I cry because I am sad that it will be a day with so little June time tomorrow. And I probably cry because I am pregnant too. And I cry because I am so thankful and feel so unworthy of all this beauty and love.