We finally took our girls blueberry picking last Sunday. And it was everything I had hoped it would be. Anna didn't add a single berry to her container, because she picks like her Grampy does. Filling her belly, instead of the bucket. Eliza was a natural, as she reached those tiny arms into the bushes to grasp onto the fattest, juiciest, and bluest berries.  

The weather was perfect. Despite being in the midst of a heatwave, the morning air that day was cool, and the sun hid behind some clouds for that hour. The big girls played their games, weaving in and out of the berry bushes, and giggling loudly, while the little girls (mostly) stayed close to us and to each other. 

It was a lovely, lovely day. It was a perfect day to be a mother.