The Best Kind of Trees at the Worst Kind of Park
We tried going to the park where our favorite trees are.
NOPE.
Denied.
“The Coronavirus makes me so sad!” shouted one of my children.
Child, I feel you.
But, at least we can still enjoy the scenery...with our eyes. “Do all things without complaining or arguing—Philippians 2:14,” I said back to my babes, with empathy. These trees are just absolutely and utterly fascinating to me. A true work of art! And though we couldn’t enjoy them from the swing set, we have an abundance to be thankful for.
And so, I drove them back home and we ate peanut butter and jellies in the front yard.
We dug for jewel rocks.
Danced.
Smacked peanut butter lips.
And played with our new friend “Bitsy,” who is the cow from Charlotte’s Web.
And...we were happy. And they mostly forgot about the park and the stupid coronavirus. So that was great.
In other news, I bought Adam the boots on bottom nearly 6 years ago (for our third wedding anniversary), and yesterday, he replaced them with an identical pair. He wore them probably 4 of 7 days for 6 years. Props to Red Wing for a fantastic boot.
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