He rode his bike all the way down to the park. "I did the loop mommy!" he said, proudly.
Two hours in the sandbox. Both babies on our shoulders. Dogs running next to us, curled by our sides in the sun.
Scooters, skateboards, races, lots of belly laughs.
Soccer balls. Basket balls. Footballs. Slides.
That's the stuff spring is made of.
1 comment:
ahhh so lovely! If only spring would head to NYC
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