Every season of homeschooling is different.
This is a common scene in this particular season.
When the chores are all done and everyone is showered and settled down to work, the girls are usually all in the same room for a while, working quietly together.
I am usually also at work in same room on something of my own.
I quietly give thanks when I hear the rustling of bodies and the scribbling of pencils and the turning of pages.
This last time it happened I looked up and captured this picture.
I've disciplined and nurtured them in the same daily routine and I've set expectations for years and years and years and years.
So moments like these are the fruit of that.
I'm grateful for this season.