Saturday, March 19, 2011
our Saturday morning
There was a sweet boy at the park feeding the birds.
Our sweet boy destroyed his morning.
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.
Charlie likes to swing. Twice. Then he gets sick.
I'm the same way. I prefer to hang out on the tree. And cuddle.
All in all, a nice Saturday morning. We followed the park with breakfast at Hof's Hut. Then a nap.