No Wading

I am not a poet, though my heart longs to be poetic. I can only speak plainly: It was a beautiful day today, clear blue skies, bees buzzing. A light breeze.

Days like this I am particularly grateful to be a stay-at-home to my son. We went to a borough park to enjoy. . . to enjoy each other. . . to enjoy life. Hide n Seek. Saying hello to daddy in the middle of his busy day.

Boo and I were both easy. No reprimands, no time-ins, no defiance. For either one of us. :-)

What child can resist a fountain on a warm day?

And there, we even had our own little rainbow, in our own little world.

All seemed right in it.

Even if there was a little cloud hanging over us:


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