There are days when the smallness of our house and the vastness of our Together Time collide, reaching a painful and often noisy breaking point. These moments command that we drop everything and take the kids out. Not just outside, but somewhere beyond our yard…somewhere big and open and full of ample space and varied terrain for each and every personality. Some place with lots of breathing room.

And sometimes, on those days when I most expect the kids to race far away from each other, head-first toward an unencumbered void, toward the rocks or the hills or the favorite grassy patch, they instead go forth slowly and carefully holding hands….

But then they throw…

And sometimes carry…

And usually jump…

And always, always return home happy, renewed and ready to live together once again.

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Comments

  1. I adore these pictures and the prose to describe how magical the park is in breaking up the day:

    “There are days when the smallness of our house and the vastness of our Together Time collide, reaching a painful and often noisy breaking point.”

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