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I'm Thankful for Little Girls and the Memory of Little boys

I went to Emma's 9:00 a.m. basketball game this morning. She has a great team and coach this year. It was fun to watch them win. Her team this year is the reverse of last. They have not only won her first two games, but creamed them. Last year they got creamed.

When I got home I was greeted by the smiles and sounds of four little neighbor girls who where gathered in the kitchen along with my two little girls making hot chocolate and eating waffles. When everyone had eaten their fill the breakfast party quickly turned into a "Frozen" music freeze dancing party. (I think Destry was glad he had a place to go). I loved it. I took a picture of their smiling hot chocolate faces with my phone and another of their smiling, dancing bodies with my heart.

I love the pure joy of living in the moment that children are so good at demonstrating. They were free and connected to each other at the same time. I remembered the times when my boys were younger and their version of this kind of play was running through the yard shooting each other with Nerf guns.

My most favorite kind of play for both the boys and girls was when they would role play adult life. The kids would call it "The Real Game." The boys played it in our basement. They would set up different businesses and houses. They had a way to buy and sell goods and services. The game would go on for days. Sometimes they would play it with their friends, sometimes my  kids would play it together.

The girls set up their game in the Holdaway's basement. I loved hearing about who was the doctor, restaurant owner, banker, or store clerk. They would have weddings and then go to the hospital to have babies or get treatment for broken bones. This was a favorite summer activity for them.

Right now as I am writing this I am coaching my not so little girl, Emma, who is making cinnamon rolls for the first time. She called it a "mother, daughter activity" to hook me, smart girl. I love the memories of the past and the time I get to spend making new ones now.

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