Those who can laugh without cause have either found the true meaning of happiness or have gone stark raving mad.
One of my greatest treasures in this life is watching my kids give in to reckless abandon. The thrill of water, squirting randomly yet with the intent purpose of soaking everything and everyone, yields peals of laughter like little else.
So simple, yet something we take for granted. Clean water in which to play. Whenever we want, for however long we want. And where one boy is so completely enamored,
The other tries to figure out if he’s mad or not that he’s getting wet.
Still not sure, actually.
My parents have space. Lots of it. Space to be outside without worry, without fences, without much thought to traffic or strangers or much else besides how to use every last bit of that space.
I think they got the hang of it.
This little one showed them the ropes.
This is her domain, her kingdom, and by golly she’ll be the first to tell you that she’s the reigning princess here.
But I think someone wanted in on that magical business.
My nephew supervised, wisely, at a good clip away from their wide berth of a domain.
It’s pretty awesome to see them run free.
Oh. So happy.
Love this! I am so glad they got to come and that they brought you too! Love, love, love the pic of Scott. Could I get a copy of that? Can’t wait until we can do it again. Love you.
of course! check your email later. :)