Twenty-four.

I didn't take any pictures that I was particularly proud of yesterday, but I caught a few moments that kind of captured the day. It was a good day. Noah recovering from a fever and the rest of us tagging along in that slower, quieter pace.
... and I cooked. We buy these amazing chickens from our neighbors (in a rural sense of the word). We know the family who raise them, and are delighted to have found a supplier that we love to support. We set the table with our best things, made punch for the kids (which they called wine), and had a lovely meal together. It felt good and right to honor my children, the way we would guests.