to catch up on.
and the wild.
I am shocked over & over again to find him clawing at the dirt as if it were gold. My Lovely used to hold her hands up and whine when a few specs of dirt would find their way on her porcelain hands. Parenting a boy is so different in a wonderfully fun way.
He wears the dirt as a badge of honor.
Beaming, I hold him up as a trophy to show his daddy what the boy has gotten into.
He is as passionate about his baths as the dirt. This is a good thing.
Judah & Chase are buddies. They follow each other around roaming from one adventure to the next.
Chase & his daddy, Phil.
And their main squeeze momma, Mistey.
Belle LOVES her, almost as much as I do!
He's a super baby. Skeptical? You should see him hang from a bar sometime. Strongest baby alive, I bet.
The grillmaster with his sirloin perfection.
And summer in a bite:
This is graphic representation of the compromise of our marriage. I could do without the steak, he without the loaded salad, but together a perfectly balanced portion of just what we need.
Looks ordinary enough. Infact, Aron is standing in our laundry room. But this particular night he grabbed his guitar & started playing right where he was through the songs of our life. We were no longer in our yellow little hall, but somewhere magical, a distant land we've never seen, yet so familiar to the heart. We need to go there more often.