This is the first Saturday in a long time where we had the day completely to ourselves. The calm before the storm of a busy week to come and the months that will follow in a frenzy as we finalize our house [a post on that coming soon!] and so we spent it drinking in our little village, wandering over to our local coffee shop and letting Waleed weave in and out of the scooters lining the path.
Then off we walked to the nearby touch-a-truck event where he touched police cars, inspected fire trucks and ‘drove’ dump trucks.
After naptime we headed to our local dogwood festival to people-watch, listen to music, and examine art too expensive to purchase. Later, we settled onto the soft patchy grass in the center of the park with an Italian ice for me, and a frisbee for my boys to toss around. I used to take tons of pictures but lately my camera gathers dust. Today we took close to fifty and while I loved them all, this impromptu one is my favorite. Maybe its because he’s so clearly a sugar
addict connoisseur like his mother. Or maybe its because he looks less like a baby and more like a buddy digging in. Or maybe its because its been a tough couple of weeks with daggers thrown to my core as I’ve had to finally accept that some things just are what they are and instead of being upset about it, I have to make my peace with it– and when I look at pictures of me and my son– peace just comes easier.
Or maybe I love it because I just do.
Because when I look at it, I feel happy. Sometimes the reason can be as simple as this.