We walked to Caity's school. I paced the track while Johnny and Caity practiced timing themselves on the slides so they would reach the bottom at the exact same moment. Did I mention Johnny was wearing his cowboy boots? He was. There is just something about a child in cowboy boots that makes me happy. On the way home we picked some fragrant blossoms and William would pretend to smell them and sneeze because I sneezed for real when I smelt them a few days ago.
Spring air is nectar for my soul. It just felt good to be outside and to be alive. I am excited for more frequent evening walks with John and the kids.