Saturday, March 19, 2011

our Saturday morning

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There was a sweet boy at the park feeding the birds.

Our sweet boy destroyed his morning.
chasing birds


Last night, I asked Rich what "letting go" meant to him. He said it meant letting Charlie do things on his own. And that it was hard.

Then this happened on the play set.

letting go
letting go

Charlie likes to swing. Twice. Then he gets sick.
swing a ding

I'm the same way. I prefer to hang out on the tree. And cuddle.
you and me, sittin' in a tree

All in all, a nice Saturday morning. We followed the park with breakfast at Hof's Hut. Then a nap.

Perfection.

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